It's National Day of Encouragement! And you know how I feel about inspirational shit. Don't get me wrong, I believe everyone should try and do their best, but as Dirty Harry once said, "A man has to know his limitations." Athletics were never my forte.
I played on the basketball team in 9th grade. Pretty much anyone who tried out made the team, but they then divided you into sub-teams based on your ability. The A team was basically varsity and played in all the regulation games. Then there was the B, C, and D teams. The B and C teams got rotated in if the A team was beating the crap out of the other team. The D team only played in the 5th quarter. I know what you are thinking, there are only four quarters in basketball. They added one for the D team. So when the custodial staff was sweeping the gym and the spectators had dispersed, the D team took the courts and awkwardly threw the ball around.
I pretty much hate basketball to this day.
Oh, and I wrestled one year in junior high as well. I wasn't any better at wrestling than I was at basketball. It wasn't pretty. Fortunately my parents never came to any of my games or matches.
But I gave it my best shot anyway.
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