I always made a fool of myself when I tried to play. I couldn't throw, run, or catch. I was always picked last and never stood up for myself, despite my grandfather's urging. I wanted to play, to be world famous. But I just didn't seem able to see straight, to follow the arc of the ball through the air, to coordinate my small hands fumbling in the larger-than-my-head glove, just wanting to catch it. Once. I couldn't help but daydream in the field. I was always stuck far far back, away from the action, as no one trusted me to do anything helpful. I would stare at the players, at the pitcher, batter, basemen. I wanted to do something right, anything. But I couldn't. Being clumsy is an obstacle, one I tried over and over to turn into a strength, but thats not something easily accomplished. Talent can be built upon, but not created from scratch. I just had to accept that I was no good.