"My bad, my bad," he immediately said, his hands opened at his shoulders to show his harmlessness. Just like a tiny miniature grownup. Fascinating! The littler boy was holding his nose with both hands. I glanced over, and saw no blood, so kept walking. "Are you okay?" asked the boy.
The little girl in the bright orange wrap skirt who was playing goalie had her hands on her hips, and called out confidentally, "It''ll go away in a couple seconds!"
A couple seconds later I glanced back, and the game had resumed. The orange skirt girl was right.
Driving to the bar afterward, I got a call on my mobile phone from C. "Did you win?" he asked.
"Yes!" I said enthusiastically. "Well, um, no. Actually, we tied. Nobody won. But I got two runs! It was 16 to 16, but the last inning it was 10 to 16, and we got 6 runs our last time at bat. One of those, the second one, was mine."
"It sounds like you had fun," he said. And he was right. I did.