He was always the teammate chosen last 

when finally some captain had the small 

disappointing choice of picking him. 

Then there was the time when he was the 

heart of the outfield because he could do 

little damage. Suddenly someone hit a 

fly ball whose angle he mathematically 

determined. "I have it!" he shouted. 

The captain instructed: "let him do it!" 

Geometrically he caught it. 

With amazing silliness he fell backwards 

on the ground holding on to the ball in his 

inexperienced grasp. He would never 

duplicate such a catch again.