I can honestly say I've never been sporty... at all. It wasn't for a lack of trying; my mom diligently enrolled me in gymnastics, tumbling, softball, cheerleading class, and more gymnastics, all without a glimmer of talent. Art, music, verbal? Yes! Sports, games, competitive, coordination? a resounding no.
Softball was the worst by a long shot.
Another, more athletic kid from my team lived in the next subdivision, so I got a ride. I would walk to the end of my subdivision street and wait by the Greencroft sign and shrubs. Mom would watch to make sure I got there and I would cheerfully smile and wave. She'd go back inside and I would duck. Soon enough, my ride would drive by, not see me hiding in the bushes, and decide I wasn't coming. As soon as they passed, I hopped to the other side of the bush before mom looked back outside to make sure I'd been picked up. It was a brilliant plan. I would cross the street and head to the swings at the park until I felt like it had been about the right amount of time. It didn't take long before my coach called mom and asked her if I'd dropped out or would be coming back. I was in TROUBLE! It was, however, the end of forced team sports.
As an adult, my office had a team that played other companies. Loathe to play, I had them get me a jersey that said benchwarmer, player #00. I went to every game, but served lemonade and never went to bat. I don't "do" softball.
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