Just Call Me Grace (ful not manning)

Okay, so I'm in charge of games for youth group this year. I am working on them with Big John (bonesteel). I did tons of research talking to people, looking on the internet, ect. and we have the rest of 2007 planned out. Sounds good right? Well...after much deliberation we selected Human Foosball for tonight. We got the cones set up...lines measured out...we were ready. Some counselors played and others stayed along the outerbounds to throw the ball back in when it when out of bounds. It didn't take long before it was out somewhat close to where I was. It wasn't close enough that I could just bop it back in..I had to get over to it. Now is when your visual can come into play and of course put it in slow motion and imagine this...Anita's picking up pace ever so slightly so as to not have the bosoms flying about but definitely not at a leisure pace. As Anita approaches the kickball, the right leg is raised. I thought I was going to kick that ball. So the foot pulled back and towards that ball only to graze along the top instead of directly against it. The problem came in that the sole of the shoe gripped onto the kickball thus creating an attachment between the foot in the air and this medium size rubber ball.. very very round ball (aren't they all?). I tried to pull my foot back - the ball came with it. After several back and forths and back and forths the body could no longer stand the fluid unsteady movements and yes, the body went down. Not gracefully - not even quickly. As the body was going going going, one could hear the laughter as the entire gym is watching the one and one ball involved in the game, thus watching me. Mortification. Then humility. How's that for the first night of games for the year?????