Pamela Aronoff
Sisters of the Forsaken – A Virtual Pacifist MMO Guild
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I have never been good at sports, particularly team sports. I have no natural, or acquired ability to throw, catch, or hit a ball. Classically, I throw like a girl, duck instead of catching and connect a swung stick of some variety with a ball on sufficiently few occasions as to have the event be notable on the evening news. Whether this general lack of ability is genetically based, or the result of being raised by parents more interested reading and puzzles than the pursuit of balls of varying shapes, s
So, there we were one sunny California spring afternoon, Mrs. Long’s fourth grade class playing baseball for P.E. Miracle of miracles, I got a base hit ( I believe the first and only I have ever gotten) and ran to first base, where I was called safe having beaten the ball by the skin of my teeth. Somehow, I end up on second, and the next hitter hits the ball way the heck over the heads of the fielders and I run for third, and then home. Whereupon, I show up at home plate ecstatic beyond belief. I had no
All these many years later, after the discovery of sports that I enjoyed including dance, skiing, sailing, shooting, archery, and riding, mind you all individual rather than team sports, and ones that rely on something other than the ability to throw, catch or hit, after all those years of varied successes and the assuaging of my wounded fourth grade ego, it still irked me. What had Mrs. Long meant by the mysterious invective “Tag up”?
Pamela Aronoff
Sisters of the Forsaken – A Virtual Pacifist MMO Guild