When I was 10 years old my parents forced me to play on a little league baseball team even though I was horrible at baseball. At practice, no matter how hard I tried, I could never catch pop-up balls. I would just stick my glove up in the air, close my eyes, and let the ball hit my glove and roll out. It was quite embarrassing. I practiced a bunch in the backyard with my dad and by the end of the season I was half way decent at catching the ball. In one our final games I was in the outfield and a pop-up came my way, I forgot everything I knew and put my hand up in the air and closed my eyes. I opened my left eye and saw the ball heading right for my mit. I caught the ball and won the game for my team.