Dream Journal - 12/27/04

I'm in the stands at a minor league baseball game. My seat was in the lower level, so I was fairly close to eye level with the players.

I'm standing up and in the middle of a conversation with someone beside me, when I realize somebody on the field is throwing me a ball. I've been catching it in a mitt, but not really realizing I'm doing it. I'm not throwing it back, I just keep catching them over and over.

Finally, the guy on the field throwing the ball yells at me to throw them back. I look over and see it's former L.A Dodger skipper, Tommy Lasorda. He tells me to throw back the ball - I look in my glove and see the ball, pick it up and throw it. It goes wildly awry, so I look down and see another ball in the glove - I throw it, and it too goes wildly awry. Lasorda's getting upset with me, and I can tell people around me are starting to chuckle at the idiot who can't even throw a ball back into the infield.

I realize the ball is not really a baseball, but a light, hollow plastic Wiffleball - something that wouldn't sail 10 feet if you tossed it off a cliff. I throw it as hard as I can, it goes about 10 feet - then the wind catches it, and it sails wildly off. I'm getting frustrated, because I can't communicate that it's a stupid Whiffleball Lasorda's asking me to throw, and I'm also frustrated that noone in the stands - who are still laughing at me - can't see it either.