The prompt for Day 10 of Sar's 15 Day Challenge is: What is your most embarrassing moment?
I so deeply wish that this was a harder prompt to answer. But alas, it isn't.
Growing up, I always "played up" an age group in the various sports I played - softball, soccer, and basketball.
My most embarrassing moment happened when I was nine years old, and playing on a select 12-and-under softball team.
During the game, I really had to pee and begged my dad (who was also a coach) to let me run to the porta-potty to relieve myself. Because I was due up to bat next - dear old daddy boy said that I would have to hold it.
Hmm. I'm guessing you know where this is going.
I go up to bat and take the first pitch - afraid that if I moved (let alone swung) that all hell would break loose... In the form of urine.
On the next pitch, I quickly backed out again, and then the flood gates opened.
I was nine years old and had just peed my gray softball pants while at bat, in front of the cool 12-year old girls, their parents, the other team, and God himself.
I immediately dropped the bat and ran in tears to the porta-potty. How my mom convinced me to come out is completely unknown to me now.
The dad who was keeping score/the book was a real clever gent who wrote "HTP" for my at bat that inning. That's HTP for Had To Pee. Awesome.
My dad loves to tell this story.
From that day on, Dad (and everyone else) knew that if I said I had to pee - you'd better let me go. As I got older and had to go at other inopportune-softball-times, Dad would say, "Just get a hit and we'll get a pinch runner for you."
So I would, and they did. Then I'd haul buns to the nearest bathroom and then haul patooty back to make sure I was ready to play defense.
When you gotta go, you gotta go.