I played sports, as schools seem to like "group" things and
   gladiator battles of sorts; and goal based based (like
   soccer/basketball) I was pretty good at.* But baseball was
   tricky. My rule for catching the ball in baseball was to avoid
   it because it's a hard ball and it will hurt when it hits me.* I
   positioned my body as far in the outfield as I could to maximize
   avoiding that ball. One day, it came right for me, the day I
   decided to try infield or whatever they call it. I watched it
   get bigger and bigger (which was my only way to gauge distance,
   positioned myself perfectly for the catch, then panicked and
   ducked and turned around, using my back as a shield, in a split
   second. Hit me SQUARE in the back. Knocked the wind out of me.
   They laughed.* I'd say "as kids do" but adults laugh equally and
   with deeper voices.* [adults laughing at kids should be
   forbidden but they do it the most and kids imitate being laughed
   at derisively]. Anyway, I had to update my rule. Make excuses
   and stay out of the field. [I could hit just fine because once I
   saw how the ball was behaving when it left the pitcher's hand, I
   knew where it was going and could close my eyes... once I
   learned about the whole "sweet spot" thing.* Not that I hit most
   but when I did, it was good and I finally got the kudos I wanted
   from time to time]