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Gym without class
Fall of 1980. My first gym class in America was touch football, softball and soccer. I signed up for this class strictly for the soccer. I found out fairly quickly, the school had absolutely no soccer field. My skills at softball were at best, non-existant. I was in fact known as the "bunt king" due to my lack of bat swinging power. My saving grace was, I could run like the wind. A bunt and a mad dash to first, nine times out of ten i was safe. One time, when everyone in the outfield moved in for my "bunt", I swung that bat for all it was worth. The ball sailed out into right field, over the heads of the disbelieving outfielders, yours truly got a triple out of that one. Many team-mates were cheering. The next batter hit a high flyer deep. Unfortunately, I wasn't aware of (or understood) the 'tagging up' rule and ran home to score, while my team-mates were telling me to go back. I ended up being out, and an idiot to boot. Touch football was fun. Trouble was ...I had absolutely no idea how to play. The premise was you had four downs to get a first down. This took a little while to sink in. I was a bit confused when you got a first down on the second down and you couldn't carry over the third and fourth down, as you hadn't used them yet. Catching the ball took some practice. In fact no-one would throw me the ball for the longest time. Eventually, i'd be standing all by myself because I had no clue and would catch a pass thrown at me, and would leg it to the end zone for the score. I actually caught several "touchdown passes". Not bad for a limey, huh? Soccer was a disappointment, as they had no soccer field. Embaressed in softball and football , I had to teach them all a lesson in ...line soccer. When it rained, it was line soccer. Two teams, one on either side of the gym, lined up like soldiers against the wall (the goal) three players at a time from each side would try to score. Needless to say, I made up for my softball/football shortcomings. I was the Pele of line soccer. The gym teacher noticed my talents, seems he prefered me to be a laughing stock,so he would put me on the losing side, AFTER I scored the goals for the winning side. He was a stereotypical short overweight football/wrestling coach you'd see in 1980's America and didn't seem to like me much . I still got an 'A' for my efforts(everyone gets an 'A' in gym class). |
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