Angel in the outfield

When I was in elementary school tetherball was the most popular sport to play during recess. Kids would stand in line the entire lunch recess just to play one round of tether ball. At one point there was a formal tetherball tournament organized.


I was in the group of kids that didn't like tether ball. There were two reasons i didn't like it:1) I've always had bad circulation so when it got cold hitting the ball would hurt my hands. 2) I couldn't even it a baseball off of a tee in teeball. The bat ball coordination was just not there.


Ok, while this tournament was going on the group that didn't like tetherball played different games. On the last day of the tournament the big game was down to Angel Cornejo and Corey Frank. It was the most intense game I ever halfway paid attention to. The only part I really paid attention to was after the game was over. Angel has risen victorious, then the entire school (that was out on recess at that point), excluding the group of us who didn't play the sport, chased Angel around the school field.


Just imagine a giant fat mexican kid being chased by about 70 small skinny white kids. To this day, me and the friends who still remember this don't know why they chased him around. They didn't beat him up, they didn't hoist him on their soldiers, they didn't even dogpile. The way it ended was that the bell rang and everyone had to freeze until the yard duty ladies blew their whistles. I feel like I re-live that scene in my head everyday and it never makes sense. I think maybe this is what is keeping me from greatness. Can you offer any suggestions to help me in my life quest?