I have never been particularly athletic. I enjoyed running in junior high and I probably would have gone out for track in high school until I took one look at the seventies super short uniforms and that ended it for me. There was absolutely no way I was going to put my stick skinny legs in those shorts!
Now I wasn’t athletic, but I wasn’t awkward. I had decent hand/eye coordination and loved playing games like ping pong and foosball. I actually learned foosball because a boy I had a crush on in high school spent a lot of time at the foosball table. I learned how to play and got to where I could beat him. I don’t know that I’d say that was a good strategy, but it worked because he did eventually notice me.
By the time I got to college I was pretty good at foosball. I would say I was better than most of the other girls and even better than a lot of the boys. You have to picture that I was 5 foot 5 and had never weighed a hundred pounds in my life. I loved standing around and starting a game with some poor unsuspecting guy that hadn’t played much and then I would happily cream him. I’m laughing. I’m sure most people that know me now can’t even picture me doing this!
One friend later told me that he HAD to learn how to play because he was embarrassed, that I could hit the ball harder than he could!
This was great fun until one day when it finally backfired. Some how I ended up playing with one of the big, tall basketball stars. I’m not sure how this happened because I’m pretty sure I had never had a conversation with him before…or probably since. I made goal after goal as he became more and more frustrated. When I won the game, he let out a loud yell and to my horror lifted up the foosball table from his side and shoved it toward me. I don’t know how, but I managed to catch it in the air as it came over and was able to shove it back down. It landed with a bang back on all fours. The guy stomped out of the student lounge! After that I was a little more careful who I stomped on!
I had told my husband stories, but I don’t think he really believed me because one Sunday shortly after we were married, we visited a church with a foosball table. He challenged me to a game and I took great pleasure in creaming him. He couldn’t believe I beat him! That was probably the first time I had beaten him at anything, not the last though, but I’ll save the bowling story for another day!
I’m linked with Works for Me Wednesday.