It was awesome. I felt great.
Basically, I was at deep midwicket, they needed about 10 runs to win the game, someone hit a slog sweep out deep.. I ran for the catch.. so did mid-on. Unfortunately, the fielder at mid-on is about 15cm taller, 20kg heavier, runs 100m in 11.5 seconds, has received offers to play rugby league for the junior age groups of the Brisbane Broncos, North Queensland Cowboys and Canberra Raiders and... that's about it.
It was even better though. He actually took the catch after knocking me dead and then ran in and celebrated with everyone. Nobody gave a ████ about me, they were just happier he took a catch to win the match. Everyone probably thought I was just taking a rest.
I got up though and fielded the last few overs, after coming to. I didn't actually know I got knocked out but then realised after a few minutes that there was a strange black space in my memory of me getting hit and then getting up, and that everyone in the field had moved.
Apparently I stopped a few balls in the cover and threw them in pretty well - somebody told me. Personally I didn't remember anything.
Was still awesome but. I'm only posting this here though so you will all feel sympathy for me and then my attention seeking needs will be complete.
No, really.