The tiny paddleball drifted near the end of all of our racetracks stuck together.  It seemed to linger and stall.  A little kid smacked his forehead, "Oh God, that's the piece that got stuck under the sofa leg.". The Macaroni Man receiving a flute and trumpet case under the chairs between legs leaned forward and stared at the ball.  "Dad! Don't!  Everybody, Let Us Pray." 

  "You can't be a priest!" Another kid stood up and almost shouted.  His mother demanded Dad's hankie, now.  She wadded that cloth up and chucked it at her cuphead son.  It grazed his hair and he turned to see where it came from as others stiffly jostled and stopped, stopped and extended gazes to see the hankie land on the tracks behind the ball.  

  "I can still lead a prayer! Ladies and gentleman, please stay where you are and pray." 

  "Yes m'am," the videographer didn't flinch and to this day, people swear it was the Holy Spirit that unwobbled that ball from being stuck on the end of its string bump.