Play ball! Or, um, not.
Jul. 17th, 2010 07:06 pmDear Brain,
Why do you insist on coming up with fic ideas concerning subjects about which I know nothing? Kidfic is bad enough; adding in baseball and hockey just magnifies the torture.
I have already written about my lack of experience with kids. My relationship to team sports goes something like this:
In high school, I earned the ire of everyone on my team in PE because I would duck rather than try to bat the volleyball over the net.
In fourth grade, I managed to kick the kickball into my own face, nearly break my glasses, and then quickly get tagged out by the unsympathetic hooligans I was playing with because I'd stepped off the plate.
We're not even going into the time in high school when someone backhanded me with a badminton racquet and knocked a lens out of my glasses, or that other time when a low-flying frisbee smacked me in the teeth, because at least those were not my fault.
Let's just say I'm probably lucky that HS only required a year of PE, and that I could substitute dance classes for it during much of middle school. So brain, why are you doing this? At least the idea doesn't require extensive knowledge of either sport to pull off, and I can cover the gaps with research, but...argh. You can't pick something I know about, or at least could lie convincingly about?
With raised eyebrows,
Me
Why do you insist on coming up with fic ideas concerning subjects about which I know nothing? Kidfic is bad enough; adding in baseball and hockey just magnifies the torture.
I have already written about my lack of experience with kids. My relationship to team sports goes something like this:
In high school, I earned the ire of everyone on my team in PE because I would duck rather than try to bat the volleyball over the net.
In fourth grade, I managed to kick the kickball into my own face, nearly break my glasses, and then quickly get tagged out by the unsympathetic hooligans I was playing with because I'd stepped off the plate.
We're not even going into the time in high school when someone backhanded me with a badminton racquet and knocked a lens out of my glasses, or that other time when a low-flying frisbee smacked me in the teeth, because at least those were not my fault.
Let's just say I'm probably lucky that HS only required a year of PE, and that I could substitute dance classes for it during much of middle school. So brain, why are you doing this? At least the idea doesn't require extensive knowledge of either sport to pull off, and I can cover the gaps with research, but...argh. You can't pick something I know about, or at least could lie convincingly about?
With raised eyebrows,
Me
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Date: 2010-07-18 06:41 pm (UTC)Awww, that sucks. I usually got picked last when we had kids picking teams, but it was purely because of my lack of ability. I would generally tell them, "Sorry," they would smile half-heartedly, and I'd wander out to the outfield to daydream and possibly pick flowers. If I saw the PE teacher looking at me I might run in the general direction of the ball.
I liked the more individual stuff--not running; I hate running--but foursquare was kinda fun, and I liked tennis.
Dance is definitely sportish. Several years ago, the governing body of ballroom dance competitions tried to get it into the Summer Olympics. But dance would definitely not work for this pairing. *g*
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Date: 2010-07-18 07:29 pm (UTC)