“I’m open,” you quietly whisper, watching them in the distance.
Two friends are playing catch. Tossing around the ol’ pigskin. Oh, the fun they are having. They laugh and carry on about inside jokes you wish you were a part of. You have jokes too. So many jokes. Like the one about the two people with different professions that walk into a bar. It’s hilarious.
“I’m open,” you repeat, a little louder this time.
You are walking towards them. They haven’t noticed you yet, but soon they will have no choice but to recognize your existence.
“I’M OPEN!” you finally scream, holding your hands out, begging for the ball…and maybe, just maybe, for their love.
You are lumbering at them now, your face a bright red mask of insanity. They turn and run. But why? Are they intimidated by your route running ability? Yes, that must be it. You stop, momentarily out of breath. You didn’t make any new friends today. Best go inside and read the internet. Get caught up on week two of the NFL. Best forget that this ever happened.
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