Posted by peskypippi | Posted in Attitude, Confidence, Life Lessons, Sports | Posted on 25-06-2012
Tags: confidence, exercise, picking teams, Rudy, soccer, sports, team captain, teams, try your best
Kickball. Two teams. Two captains. Time to pick teams.
There were always the best players who could kick a home run every time. There were the fast players, who could round the bases with little effort. I was both.
Then there were the kids who were picked last. Their dejected faces drooping, as they shuffled over to the rest of their team. Were their feelings hurt? Did they know they lacked mad kickball skills? Did they know they sorta sucked?
I never knew because I was always a team captain or one of the first to get picked. I was one of the tallest girls in 8th grade. Long legs. Athletic. I excelled at kickball.
It wasn’t until later in life that I started getting picked last. And let me tell you, it sucks.
I play indoor women’s soccer and the teams get formed on the spot. You show up wearing a dark shirt or a white shirt. Forming teams is usually pretty easy. The dark shirts vs. the white shirts. Except sometimes teams are a little skewed. And some player shuffling goes on. I am usually picked, oh, about sixth.
There are six players on the field. Do the math.
tall tallish and I still have long legs. But I’m not as athletic as I used to be. I definitely do not excel at soccer. But I am decent. I try hard. OK, I try my best. I get sweaty. I’m a team player. I’m competitive. I cannot help but do the comparison:
Pippi = Rudy. Sort of.
You know Rudy? That kid had heart. Even though he only played during the game for like eight minutes.
When I go grocery shopping, I can’t help but think about picking teams, especially when it’s time to select the apples. Pick the shiny, firm apples? Or pick a few that have a little dent or a bruise?
Yeah, I’m that sucker who feels sorry for fruit.
For every half dozen apples I select, I grab a deformed one and vow to eat it first when I get home. Because no one likes getting picked last.