Oh, almost forgot about this! Was walking with Gabe into school this morning when I see a kid, maybe 9 years old, running towards us. I figured he had forgotten something. Then I see the crossing guard, Robin, running behind him and, using my keen sense of deductive reasoning, I determine that something may have gone horribly wrong here. When she yells at me, “CATCH HIM!” Then I’m sure of it.
At that point I spring into action and break down in my “I’m about to end this by grabbing you” stance. If the kid can get over his aversion to school, he might have a career as a running back because he then juked me out of my flip-flops with all the grace of Reggie Bush and suddenly cut left between two cars.
Not to be outdone, I dart, as much as a 40 year old fat guy can dart, between two cars and cut him off from the gate that leaves campus. He turns away from me and heads back toward Robin and Mr. Glass, who has joined in the fun, where he is taken down in the parking lot after about a 40 yard gain. Actually, he isn’t taken down, but picked up and carried back into the school kicking and screaming.
He was quick but he was no match for the very effective zone defense employed by Robin, Mr. Glass, and me. We knew we wouldn’t be able to match up with him man to man but could contain him if we played smart defense. It was a big win but we’ve got to let it go and focus on the next escape attempt.
My first order of business for next time will be to wear actual shoes rather than flip-flops. Tough to run in those. Can’t hear what people are yelling because of the loud pop, pop, pop, pop. We’ll be ready next time, though, aight!?!?