On the joys of little league

This is an image of baseball, basketball, tennis ball and soccer ball.

Yes, it’s a complete cliché that the wall-eyed kid sucks at sports. Enough said, right? Well, no. I’ve got an axe to grind.

When I was in third grade, my mom suggested that my twin brother and I sign up for Little League. I insisted that I hated baseball but my mom encouraged me in her way saying, “You’re going to LOVE this! Just try it–what do you have to lose?” 

After the first game–where I managed to strike out twice and miss catching every single ball that made it to right field–I told my mom that I knew now for sure that I didn’t like softball, but I appreciated her taking an interest in my development. 

She replied, “Shirley’s are not quitters.”