Klutz and "out of my shell"

I am a klutz. They had described me as quiet and now they are slowly getting to know me better. I was of course running thru the stadium because I forgot to give the visiting team their stats and on my way down the stairs my shoe fell off at the last one. Bam! I am on my knees in front of Dirk, about 20 fans on the other side of the fence, and the head usher guy. I just laughed at myself. I kinda just sat there on my knees thinking what else man, what else? Then again I was also hurrying to leave so i could have margaritas with Sara at Cheddars so...

I guess last night, at game seven of eight in this home stand, Mike officially declared me "out of my shell." Since it was 5th of may, we were handed sombreros to wear. I wore mine most of the game. But one of the many times i was coming up from the elevator, Mike and Josh were walking out of the home radio booth, and my hat slid to the side of my head. Mike just gives me a smirk and that they were just talking about me. Great. Josh tells him that I never shut up. Which is pretty true. Silence kills me. (LOL) I chuckle at the thought and I go on to tell them that Mary found a sticker in my hair that said Made In Mexico. Any way, Mike comes in later in the third inning. I'm talking to one of the various TV sports anchor guys and i still have the sombrero on. Apparently Mike made a Neal Diamond reference on the radio because of the Travs starting pitcher had the last name of Denham. I told him he should have done Den-ham.com joke but he looked at me clueless. The TV guy knew what i was talking about. Mike asked if i was on a sugar high. Josh agreed that I am usually like this in the press box. Mike said that the only person that I talk to in the office is myself. Well, generally that is the only person who listens and sometimes i don't even listen to myself. I have been slowly bonding with the other interns, but its hard when i am in the booth and they are on the concourse and i am there a whole lot longer than they are on game days. At the very end, top of the 9th when i leave to go run stats, a little boy who's buddies all had a sombrero, asked me for mine. All i wanted was a photo with the 'brero going "OLE!"