Picked Last

When I was growing up, I found the playground to be a vast expanse of untapped adventure -- and a place for utter humiliation.

I’m not afraid to admit that I wasn’t the first person picked, especially when it came to playing basketball. A horrifying amalgamation of knees and elbows hoisting hook shots off the backboard doesn’t compare to the smooth jump stroke of a starter on the school team. I can’t really blame anyone for not picking me first (even though I believe my ball hawking skills on defense would’ve made Dennis Rodman proud).

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