When I lived in Portland, I joined a Kickball league which is not a sport we have in New Zealand. Despite being on a team made up of friends of mine, it was not a huge success. In the first game, while I successfully caught the ball (a minor miracle), I then got taken out by an opposing team member who viewed tagging the base differently to me. Ended up with bloody knee, torn pants and a "Player of the Game" pity award. Also pizza. Which quite frankly was the only reason I joined in the first place.
So, if I must, I am prepared to try this again** but honestly, I would rather do any of these first:
- Poke my eyeballs out with a stick. Doesn't even need to be sharp or pointy
- Walk on Lego
- Go shopping for swimsuits and/or jeans
- Mop hardwood floors
- Go to the tip/dump
- Go to work
- Move house
- Eat sardines
- Sing in public
- Master Math
**First, one must make the decision on which sport to play:
- Dodgeball seems dangerous given my face's ability to catch balls.
- Kickball is a little more likely but not if they expect any level of skill.
- Soccer - despite having played for a lot of my childhood, very little rubbed off and I'm not good for much more than prancing around by the goal post pretending I am participating.
- Basketball - let me stop you right there.
- Softball - I don't think I should be in charge of a bat.
- Volleyball - it's possible but I'm not doing it in a bikini. Or on sand. Or on a court. Ok, I guess I'm not doing volleyball.
- Darts - traumatic experience involving a backwards flying dart and a war veteran's head has ruled this out.
- Pool/Snooker - yes but I'm only good during beers 2 and 3. Before and after are a bit random so there's a very small window.
- Bowling - makes me angry
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