Rounders
Fucking hated it with a passion. As all ball games, only started enjoying them at the tender age of 15 when I realised you could go on the field, and kick the shit out of people you hated, or throw the ball at them.
I diverse.
At middle school, hated all that shit with a passion, but had hand-to-eye co-ordination- a requisite for rounders. Who got picked last for the first game? You have the answer. Waited for a good while, 2 innings, and then whacked the ball out the field.
Did I run? Did I fuck. At 11 years old, why try and impress the school bullies and cool kids, that usually take the piss in the playground? I could do something well, but I hated reflected glory. So I walked off and sat down.
Boy, did I get a pasting.
Regret it? Fuck, yeah, but I was trying to be militant to blokes with big fists.
I learnt a big lesson then- if you do it well, don't try and be a rebel.
( Duke Of Belmsford has got 99 records, but Jay-Z ain't one, Fri 20 Apr 2012, 0:59, 2 replies)

Digress
I know the feeling though - adamant at the time that you're making a big important statement, only to realise shortly afterwards that actually you're just being a massive wanker.
( Zoroastermouse thinks therefore he am, Fri 20 Apr 2012, 2:30, closed)

Too true
And I was tiddly posting that, but don't want to do a ninja-ish edit, and leave you hanging out there.
( Duke Of Belmsford has got 99 records, but Jay-Z ain't one, Fri 20 Apr 2012, 11:55, closed)