I have been called many things in my life and athletic has never been one of them.  I think once in Jr. High I accidentally ended up on a basketball team, and the second someone shoved me out of the way, I winced and called a permanent time out.  Then later in life after moving to Southern California, I tried to fit in by trying out the surfer way of life.  The first time I went out, that dang fin hit me square in the head, made me cuss, and then I definitely called a permanent time out on that one as well. From that point on, even after babies, I’ve resigned to appreciating the waves from afar and simply pretending sports don’t exist.