I was involved in sports from about age 5 until I hit graduate school. I played baseball from 5 to my freshman year in high school. I played soccer from 8-13. I played basketball in 4th and 8th grades. I started track in 6th grade and did that through high school. I started as the light-heavyweight (215 lbs) for the wrestling team as a freshman. I started playing football in 8th grade, and played through high school. I lifted weights through high school. As a senior in high school, I was a stunter for an all-star cheer squad that placed fourth at NCA Nationals (large co-ed), and cheered for Belhaven College and ULM, which has won at least three national championships in the last five years.

All that to say, I used to really like sports. They were a big part of my life. When I started lifting weights, I started to have trouble swinging a bat. My muscles changed, I bulked up, and my swing was never the same. So football started taking over baseball in my life. Well, I haven’t really lifted in seven or so years. I jumped on the bench press, and pumped off 300 lbs like it was nothing. Okay, so I am not completely weak.

But I am totally unskilled when it comes to any thing of finesse. I picked up a basketball on Saturday, and I shot from around the court. Airball. Nothing but backboard. Clang off the ring. Missed layup. A shot over the backboard. It was ugly.

So I walked to the free throw line. Airball. I missed 14 straight shots from the free throw line (let’s not forget I missed every single shot from around the court, and none of them were as far as the free throw line). 50 shots later, I had made 9 baskets. Nine. Wow. Rachel thinks she can probably do better. I’ll have to see if we can’t arrange a shootoff.