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[–] X____sign_here____ ago 

When I was in 7th grade I was forced to play a sport. There are no team sports I like, I don't follow them, I don't even really know the rules to most games. I just have never had interest in them. Also, I'm not big on running around after a ball. I was always the more artistic, chase the girls, play the music, kind of guy.

I picked football because I had friends on the team.

I didn't know the rules (still don't) and no one bothered to teach me - and I didn't bother to learn. I sat on the bench for every game except the few times the coach put me out to get clobbered as cannon fodder. I really had no business being there.

At the end of the season I was given a small trophy, MVP. The other kids that sucked on the team got one as well. Even then I realized it was bullshit. I wasn't valuable to the team. I wasn't a player. I NEVER even touched a game ball. I sat on my ass during games. I sucked at the game and I really didn't care. The trophy was just some shallow gesture. What was the point of giving it to me? Who did they think they were fooling? Did they think I was going to keep it, uncover it from a box in my adulthood, and look back fondly on my time playing football?

I don't remember what happened to the trophy. I don't recall having it at home. I probably just left it there.

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[–] WildThingSammiT [S] ago 

Precisely. It never made sense to me as a child, and it makes no sense now.