HAND ME A BAT to swing at a ball, and I’ll miss.
Place a bowling ball in my hand and I’ll throw it into the gutter.
Toss me a basketball and I’ll completely miss the basket.
Yes, I’m athletically inept. I possess not one ounce of athletic ability.
So when my husband’s boss and his wife hosted the annual company Christmas party recently complete with sports games, I didn’t rush to sign up for an event. I allowed my spouse to do that on my behalf as it really didn’t matter which sport he chose for me. I knew I would fail at all of them.
I suppose that’s not the attitude to have—a loser’s attitude before you lose.
But I know my abilities.
I did not disappoint myself in the dart throwing competition.
When I stepped up to the dart board and aimed, I succeeded in hitting the sheetrock more than the target. Fortunately (or unfortunately) the dart board is situated in a back, unfinished storage and exercise room, meaning that pocking the sheetrock with darts did not automatically disqualify me from competition.
To make my situation even worse, I had an audience, which throws my game even more. I do not like people watching me. But they didn’t stick around for long. Slowly, one-by-one, they slipped from the room as my competitor continued to whoop my butt. No one enjoys a boring game.
By the end of the night, when I once again failed to win a Cabela’s gift card, I decided this really wasn’t fair. There ought to be a game for those of us who are not gifted in sports.
I’d tried pool the previous year. Now I’d attempted darts. That left only Wii bowling, which I feared because I might toss the remote control through the expensive flat screen TV. (I was told a strap would restrain the remote, but I bet I could manage to dislodge and hurdle it like a real bowling ball.)
I excel at word games, so I suggested Scrabble.
That went over well, real well.
© Copyright 2011 Audrey Kletscher Helbling