The Coach Transformed Me From a Klutz to a Jock With Just One Line
In the years after we graduated from university, my friends and I would convene at Danielle’s house every summer for the charity softball tournament held by her father’s company. It was always a wild weekend of drinking, dancing, and, oh yeah, softball. For me, softball was definitely the optional part. My relationship with sports is pretty much non-existent. Growing up, I refused to play any little league games, suffered through every gym class, and generally pretended sports didn’t exist whenever possible.
In the few times I’ve been required to participate in a game of any kind, my performance has been unfortunate, to put it kindly. Abstaining from sports my whole life has left me with very little hand-eye coordination. If something can be fumbled, I’m your girl. Every year at the tournament, I begged to be excused so I could cheerlead from the stands. But each team had to have a minimum number of women, so I was always required to don a glove. To ensure I got the least amount of play possible, I was put in the out-outfield. Practically out of the field outfield.
0 Comments