I've always been too much of a daydreamer. You can only pad and protect so much and still be mobile. Someone's gotta stay home and watch the game on tv.
As a kid I played sports, because everyone else was. It was either that or go home. I recall pitching once. How I ended up it that position is a mystery in itself. Anyways, I threw the ball. Let my mind wander elsewhere because I really don't want to be doing this. Batter hits the ball. Liner at my throat. Self-preservation kicked in. I went home and read my Hardy Boys book.
Don't even get me started on basketball. What a spectacle.