I've got spiral

Robert expected me to catch the boomerang he was throwing at recess.

"Robert," I told him repeatedly, "you throw a boomerang to yourself."

So he ran back inside to get a football. He threw it to me once, and when I caught it, three different tough boys shouted out, "Woah! Ms. Reasor! Throw it here!" I did. And they were equally surprised that I could throw.

Throwing a football fifteen feet across the playground is really no big deal, but you should see my spiral in real life. I can't get my fingers around the officially sized ball, but when I've got a step down I can throw that baby like nothing.