I was a pretty terrible baseball player. During the two or three years I was involved, I think I may have managed one single, one double, a few walks and I may have scored as many as three runs. I was pretty good at losing with grace, though.
Oddly enough, Scott and Mike were having a discussion about children in sports last night, and at one point I said "But in gym class, they taught us that winning didn't matter, that what was important was that we had fun."
Mike delivered a pretty sick burn: "I think, Earl, your teachers meant to say that you didn't need to worry about winning."
Oof. But I laughed!