Football is not my sport.

Once upon a time, my dear father decided that his sons needed some time "throwing the pigskin". I, being of course a band geek and member of the speech team, was reluctant to join in. Maybe blatantly opposed would be a more accurate term. My father ran back spiritedly, throwing the football through the air straight at me. At first I sidestepped the incoming projectiles, but on penalty of eternal torture, I stepped forward and caught the ball. My smaller brother was not so lucky. Here's a picture of what happened:

My brother caught the ball.. with his face. 

Sports are not for me.