I always liked baseball and had some success in little league, even making an all star team one year. Unfortunately as I got older, I badly needed glasses, but didn't want to wear them or even tell my parents that I needed them. By the time I was a HS sophomore I couldn't see the ball half the time and ended up quitting. . Pop Warner Football was a total disaster. The coaches were sad little men, living out their Vince Lombard fantasy by browbeating 11 year old boys. I hated it and quit after one game. Since I was a third string offensive lineman, nobody noticed or cared, except for the guy who called my home several months after the season ended demanding that I return my uniform.