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Does anyone else have painful memories of growing up not being athletic? My dad never showed me how to throw or catch a ball I was surrounded by girls in my neighborhood. I do not act effeminate, but those scars are still with me. Later my dad did pass/catch a football with me.
Still, at school (7th/8th grade) I was always the last one picked for the team in gym. Agony! One time, I finally hit a softball into the outfield. You would think that I would have been elated--but NO, I got to 1st base and stood there on the base and waited and waited. (I was so excited that I did not pay attention to how the play had gone.) So, after a few minutes , I stepped off the base and BAM! The first baseman who was hiding the ball behind him, tagged me out. What a bummer!
In HS, I met lots of guys and we played touch football which I really liked! (We called it, "pass and tap")
Anyone else have such painful memories to share so I don't feel like a complete doofus?
Still, at school (7th/8th grade) I was always the last one picked for the team in gym. Agony! One time, I finally hit a softball into the outfield. You would think that I would have been elated--but NO, I got to 1st base and stood there on the base and waited and waited. (I was so excited that I did not pay attention to how the play had gone.) So, after a few minutes , I stepped off the base and BAM! The first baseman who was hiding the ball behind him, tagged me out. What a bummer!
In HS, I met lots of guys and we played touch football which I really liked! (We called it, "pass and tap")
Anyone else have such painful memories to share so I don't feel like a complete doofus?