You guys shouldn't feel too bad. My father, having no sons, tried year after year to get his 4 daughters interested in any type of sport. We all had every kind of lesson available and my father took us out to practice ice skating or tennis or just throwing a ball all the time. We all felt a little pressure and occasionally he would lose his temper(It drove him completely nuts that we couldn't remember whether the Lions or the Tigers played football. ) but mostly we appreciated the attention. The activities we enjoyed the most were the ones like the squirt gun fight Tony described. We liked imaginative horseplay like my Dad was a dog and we were all fleas who would jump on him until he put us in flea jail or we would have chicken fights in the pool or tobogganing and snowball fights in the winter. Only one of his four daughters ever excelled at sports, but over the years he was able to cheer his three hopelessly uncoordinated daughters on when we were successful in areas that interested us more. The moral of this story is though I still absolutely suck at sports, I always told my Dad right away when I set the curve on an AP exam or if I was shooting for a promotion at work, because I knew he was my #1 fan.

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