This may exclusively or largely be a male feeling, but anyone that’s ever really played a sport of any kind knows what the hell I’m talking about here.
What’s important to note is that this extends beyond any playing field of any kind. Of course, the “Nice hands!” likely originated there, but for this feeling we’re specifically talking post-playing days.
A friend at work throws you a pen and you’re not immediately looking, but you catch it anyway… You accidentally knock over a jar of something and snatch it before it hits the floor… You drop your phone as you take it out of your pocket but quickly grab it before it smashes on the desk…
These are only a few of the possible situations we’re talking about here, but fact remains you just made a fucking play. You didn’t do it on purpose, you totally reacted naturally and you averted some sort of disaster (anything from that piece of food hitting the floor to that thing hitting the ground and smashing).
Often times you know you made a nice grab, but what makes it special is when someone else recognizes it.
“Nice hands!” they’ll shout at you.
You’re goddamned right, you’ll think.
The Polar Opposite of this Feeling?: When you try to do it on purpose and then fuck it up anyway. Meaning, you try to get slick and do some cute shit with a bottle of beer or whatever, and then drop it because you’re not Tom Cruise in Cocktail.
scott spinelli 