I love sports. Mostly watching them, I've learned over the years. And that is just fine with me!
I "played" basketball in 5th and 6th grade. I was on the white team. I don't think I did one single thing right either year.
I tried out for volleyball in 7th grade - I loooove volleyball - but I got cut.
Then, my sophomore year, some supportive and awesome friends convinced me to play softball. In hindsight, starting a sport at age 15 is never a good idea.
I wasn't awful-awful, but I wasn't good. The main thing is that I had fun and got exercise and fresh air and got to spend time with my friends. I also never made our team lose. I never helped us win, but I never made us lose!
I played for two years and remember two things: dropping a fly ball (sooo embarrassing) and hitting a double (awesome!).
Several years ago, I dug my mitt out of storage and played church softball for a few years. It was awe.some! I didn't suck. I wasn't great, but I wasn't awful. I had some hits. I made some good catches in right field (you knooooow why they put me in right field, though). And I had one AMAZING play as catcher. (I may have tagged a guy's, um, "area" as he tried to hurdle me. Hee hee. I got him out, though!)
My only other athletic experience was a half-assed cheerleading tryout attempt. I went to pre-tryouts a few times, then heard that to even be considered I had to be able to do a toe touch. I can't touch my toes standing, much less jumping, so I hung up my pom-poms.
I wish I had played softball or T-ball younger. I wish I would've tried out for volleyball again. But, to be honest, I am not athletic. My brother got all those genes. And competitive sports is definitely one place where loving something is not the same as being able to do it well.