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Third year of college. Annual fest cricket match — students versus staff. We'd put up 164 in 15 overs. Spent the entire innings break being idiots about it. They were teachers. We were young and fit. It was basically done. Except one professor didn't read that memo. He came in at 4 down and just wouldn't move. Calm. Didn't swing at anything. Every time I thought I'd got him, he'd play it back so straight it was almost insulting. I'd taken two wickets in the powerplay and was feeling good about myself. He fixed that. Suddenly 164 didn't look that big. 13th over. 22 needed off 2. My turn to bowl. That's when my friend ran from long-on, grabbed me, completely out of breath, and whispered in my ear. "Your crush is watching." I looked at the stands. Found her. And every plan I had for that over disappeared from my head. I gave the ball to a junior. Told him bowl anything tight. He gave 14. God bless him. 8 needed. Last over. Ball back. I bowled the professor out fourth ball. We won. My classmate on the mic then announced to the ground why I had bowled with "extra energy." The whole crowd turned to the stands. She was clapping. The professor came over first. "You were the game changer." I said thank you. I was looking somewhere else. Some matches I've played better. That one I remember most.