I'm out camping with my family, and there are a lot of other people around. I get involved in a baseball game, though it seems dark, maybe not night, but a shady place on a dark day, maybe even inside a barn or something.

I'm fielding around 3rd base, but the game is pretty disorganized, and the ball is really tiny, like a golf ball. The batter hits a popup that goes to the infield right along the 3rd baseline, so I position myself right in that spot, and sure enough, the next one goes right to the same spot, and I am perfectly positioned to catch it.

But it pops way up and then I catch it on my back right between my should blades. Nobody seems to know where it went. I call out that I got it, but nobody sees where it is, and the play isn't complete until somebody comes and grabs the ball off my back.

It's an amazing play, and everybody laughs and is impressed. But then there seems to be some question about whether I caught the ball for the wrong team.

I go off somewhere for a few minutes, and when I return, I encounter all the baseball players going the other way. They tell me that the game has been moved.