I was a dumba$$ in high skool and tried to play football. I finally got my big chance to go out for a pass- I was 5'7 130# at the time) I ran out and turned back in for my big pass, everything was going in slow motion. I saw the ball leave the qb's hand.. perfect spiral... I did as I learned and followed the ball in.. I better no drop it I thought... my heart was racing- yet beating so slow at the same time. The ball hit my fingers and I immediately tucked it in to my elbow. I felt as though I was staring at the ball for an eternity... I really caught it! I then turned around and began running for the end zone. For the first time in my illustrious football career, I HAD THE BALL! I WAS GOING TO SCORE! but suddenly I realized that two line-backers were bearing down on me... all I could think was keep running, this is your big chance to prove yourself..... next thing I know I am lying on my back with what seemed like a dozen stinky sweaty players on top of me... I hear everyone from my team cheering.. hey I must have done something good to impress them... I ran back to the sideline after I got up expecting praise and adoration. They were all laughing at me because not only did it seem like I was moving in slow motion, I actually WAS moving in slow motion! The coach said that I was staring at the ball like I could believe I actually caught it. Hey- at least I didnt fumble it! To this day, I still think that coach is a prick, but what do ya do? I knew I was too small to be out there in the first place..