When it comes to sports and me it’s hard to know which supersedes - my disinterest or my lack of eye/hand coordination. As you gaze out of your baby blues, you see a circle, but I only see out the top half - a malady that only came to light last year. As a boy, this defect made fielding ground balls, returning service or knocking one out of the park an impossibility. People just thought I was wildly uncoordinated (also true). A high point came in the 6th Grade when I decisively tackled my grammar school nemesis, Dennis O’Connor, but I didn’t know that he needed to catch the ball first. He responded by pummeling me with his fists which I assumed was yet another component of game. At the New York State Legislature long ago, I’d watch 10 minutes of football on Sunday so I’ve have something to discuss with my colleagues the next day. Nope, sports and me aren’t made for each other - with one weird exception.
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