I wouldn't say that my son excels at sports, but he certainly does try his best. He was on an inter school baseball team one term, and after his first game he came home all excited. "Our team didn't win ..." he said beaming, "... but I scored a goal". That's right a goal, in baseball. That there is maybe the first clue as to why they didn't win.
If that wasn't proof enough, Grady & Sid were out in the garden playing "baseball" again, and each time he hit the ball (which wasn't often as his sister seemed to be pitching more to the nearby tree than at him) he yells "Fore".
His early attempts at soccer were nothing to write home about either, sitting in goal, with his back to the pitch, making daisy chains. His father was so proud. However not nearly as proud as we were of Sid, who after running halfway down the pitch after the ball, screeches to a halt, inserts a finger up her nose and proceeds to regale the onlookers with the results. In their defense, they were a lot younger then. It just took us a while longer than most to come to terms with the fact there would be no athletic scholarships in our childrens' future.
To be fair Grady is quite accomplished on skis, or more accurately on only one ski, as he always seems to lose the other one as he races down the hill. I still remember Lindsay's early attempts at skiing. One particular morning as Rob was capturing her exploits on film, Lindsay hurtled down the slope and forgot how to stop. Consequently, her momentum carried her back up a small hill, over the barrier and across the path, only coming to a stop when she plowed into her father. It was a case of objects in the camera are closer than they appear !
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