When I was in 3rd grade we practiced passing basketballs to each other. I was paired up with this nice but quiet girl named Lola. So we get up and we start dribbling the ball and I decide to space out for some reason and then smack! The giant leather ball smacked me in the face and I got an intense bloody nose. Needless to say, we didn't practice passing basketballs the next year...
I've never been good at sports and I just gave up in 5th grade. So did my significant other at the time, so when it was time to play basketball again we just stood there talking to each other. The PE teacher kept trying to engage us and we were just not even trying. At one point I sat in a corner criss-cross-applesauce watching everyone. The PE teacher eventually gave up and we just did our own thing until the start of the next unit, which was running. The relay races were fun though so I couldn't really complain. I felt like I was dying, but it was fun.
This one's from the Baseball unit. Basically we were taking turns hitting a ball with a plastic bat and when I tried at first I somehow smacked myself in the head with the bat. Ouch. Thankfully they were plastic and not wood or metal or I probably would've been sent to the hospital or something.
I used to be on a soccer team for the YMCA. It wasn't that fun. I'm not a competitive person, but the people on my team were extremely competitive. So basically once I twisted my ankle while trying to save the ball (I was goalie) and what did my team do? Did they yell at me for not saving the ball? Sure did. Did my coach care? Nope, not really. Did this happen 3 years ago? Perhaps... Am I still salty about it? Obviously!
So, those are a few stories about sports! Moral of the story: If you're me then don't join ball sports. Seriously, I'm just sticking to swimming and bowling for now.