Sports have never been my thing.
I’m super competitive, easily frustrated with myself, and I cry when I’m frustrated. Do you see where this is leading?
I play a sport. I perform badly. I get angry at myself, and I start crying (which is quite humiliating!!).
Board games are my thing. I’m very good at board games, although I get very frustrated when I perform badly at those as well.
Some people would label me a “bad sport”. These people would be right.
My dad always encouraged us daughters to play tennis and volleyball, being the tall girls we are (because tall people are always good at sports). He hoped we’d go professional, buy him a boat, and help him into early retirement. Poor Dad did not succeed in turning his daughters into professional athletes, and he witnessed a lot of crying during his attempts. Us daughters do not like criticism of any sort from our father. In fact, my sisters and I do not appreciate being told what to do in general. Poor Dad could’ve used a son.
Dad’s lessons did not completely quench my desire for playing sports. I always imagined myself being a star at beach volleyball, leading my team to victory in basketbal, or being a cool soccer chick (with those awesome sock tanlines and everything 🙂 ). But everytime I tried sports, I did not live up to these imaginings. Instead I was the clumsy girl who felt in the way, like she was letting the team down. I decided to stick with ballet, and ballet only.
But now, in my second year of college, I’m ready to face my fear of team sports (took me a while, huh?). I’m ready to practice at something, to improve at it, and to have fun. I’m ready to get rid of my bad sportsmanship! So I joined an intramural ultimate frisbee team.
I know intramurals aren’t very serious, but this is a pretty huge deal to me.
Our team name is Vicious and Delicious and our shirts are bright pink!
Last night was our first game, and it was fun. I tried my best, and I didn’t take it too seriously. We lost, but I did not cry.
I think I might be growing as a person… Daddy will be proud.