One for the shrink

Its been a long time since I had one of these (so long that I'm not even sure I ever had one). I speak, of course, of a cricketing nightmare. Not the kind where you are actually playing a match and you drop the opposition's star batsman with one wicket to get. No, the kind where you're fast asleep at home, and the same thing happens in your dreams. Now, in this one, which occurred last night, I didn't drop a catch. But I did something that was guaranteed to bring out the cold sweats in me. So here I am at widish cover, watching as the bowler runs in, and delivers a ball, (short and wide crap), which the batsman lashes away square of the wicket. I run around in slow motion, and the ball slows up as well. But then as I reach down, I miss the ball completely. Gosh dang it. So I run after the ball (feeling like I'm running through molasses with all the grace of a pregnant emu) and catch up with the ball (I think; my memory fails me now). Then, I pick up the ball, and throw it. It flies away at a forty-five degree angle, and falls about 10 meters away. I wake up, before I hear the hysterical cackling from the galleries, and the curses from my team-mates. It was terrible; the whole thing was just one frozen tableau of singular incompetence.