... was a couple of years ago and I had not held a ball bat in years. "Of course that doesn't matter", I thought to myself. Boy was I wrong. I stood there waiting for the pitch. I swung my best powerhouse swing. I missed the ball. I kept spinning all the way around and I ended up on my ass on the ground. My brother could not contain his shouts of glee. I was however properly embarrassed!
It reminds me of the time in high school I decided to show my brother how high I could kick. I kicked so high that I flipped over backwards and landed flat on my back on the basement floor. He threw that one in my face for years as well.