Unassisted triple play.
I'm second base. Runners at first and second.
Pop fly. Over my head: should fall between me and the center fielder.
The runners run.
But, I'm tall. Back-pedalling, I'm just able to bag the fly, somewhat to my own surprise. First out.
Run back to second base, tag the runner coming from first. Second out.
Step on the base, before the runner between second and third can return. Third out.
Not even a moment of real glory, sadly. Too fluky. Nobody sees it as being an act of particular skill. Besides, of all people, at that time in life, I certainly couldn't give a fuck.
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