Slim Pickin's

I was never good at sports, and at this point in my life I don't think I'm going to get any better. There was a time, about twenty years ago, that I actually was good at bowling. Even that has passed me by. That's why I watch sports on television. I can go for three hours and when the game is all over, I'm not winded. One thing that used to happen quite often when I was a kid is that I was usually picked last. Softball, last; basketball, last if at all; any kind of athletic game and I was picked last.

Yesterday I walked over to the bowling alley to see if I could get on a league. I haven't bowled for a year. They cancelled our league and I just didn't take the time to check out bowling on a different evening. But I figured I still have a ball, some shoes, and a bowling bag that have been sitting in a locker over at the bowling alley. I should put them to use. Sunday was the first night of the summer league so I figured I'd be able to get on a team. After sitting for one hour through the pre-bowling meeting, and listening to people argue over the rules and other minutia, it was finally time to bowl. Son of a bitch if they didn't fill every slot with those who showed up. By the time they got to me there was no more room. I was shut out even though I knew a few people on that league. It was kind of creepy to not be picked. For a while I felt like I was ten years old again, but I got over it. After all, my television still works and there are plenty of baseball games on all summer.