from the rest of the players. He was clutching a football. Wow—I’d actually bumped the guy who had the ball. Score one for me.

Or so I thought.

After the guy ran the ball into the end zone, my teammates began to question me. “Why didn’t you tag him?” “You had him.” “What are you doing?” “Don’t you know anything?”

Did I mention that this was touch football? If I’d had a clue what I was doing, I could have ended the play and been a hero in my very first game merely by uncrossing my arms and touching the guy with the ball.

Instead, I’d been clueless.