I don’t have many positive associations with any sport, beyond lots of “quality time” with Dad in kiddie leagues.
In high school I once accidentally caught a pop fly ball in my baseball cap. I somehow managed a flabby toss to a teammate, who tagged a passing runner for a double play. But traumatic run-ins with a few testosterone-for-brains Neanderthals (including the batter of the aforementioned pop fly) loom far more powerfully in my memory. —Dennis G. Jerz —Football Slouches Toward a Former Women’s College (Inside Higher Ed)