Seeing that you weren’t going to let me off the hook, I became desperate. Memories of middle school softball came flooding back. Being picked last. Always assigned to the outfield. That one time when someone hit the ball out to me and I was forced to run to it and throw it toward first base. Then, when it landed only eight feet in front of me, having to run to it again and throw it again, this time toward second. And, when it again went only eight feet, deciding to pick it up and sprint with ball in hand to third whilst exasperated 13-year-old boys screamed at me.
Being a big girl now, I pushed those memories aside and picked up the soccer ball for the third time. I forced a good-natured and slightly too-high-pitched chortle while crying inside as you patiently lobbed words of support over the fence at me like I was a two-year-old holding an inflatable beach ball for the first time.
“Throw it granny-style!” one of you said.
“Just back up a little and give it all you’ve got!” another offered.
And, most embarrassing of all, “You can do it!”
I know you thought you were being encouraging, but it only served to deepen the humiliation.
Nevertheless, I accepted your ball-throwing advice, backed up, rocked back and forth a little, took a deep breath, and let it fly.
It hit the rim of the fence and bounced back to me.
I willed myself to have a heart attack and pass out just so I’d be put out of my misery. Alas, the heart attack didn’t happen, and you continued to look at me expectantly, like you were content to do this all night. I had become a sort of spectacle for you. I could feel your collective thoughts drifting through the chain link: Can she really not do it?
Unfortunately for you, I wasn’t really game to continue your experiment. Three failed attempts at a simple task in front of a group of people in a two-minute period was just enough degradation for me for one night. I picked up the ball, approached the fence, and grumbled, “Please just come get it.”
And you did. And thanks to you, I resolved at that very moment to never throw anything ever again, except disdainful glances at people who play sports.