I was lousy at rounders. Then this one time during a house match the star player screwed up and told everybody it was my fault.

And how exactly are you supposed to hit that tiny little ball with that tiny little bat?! At least in softball (soft - yeah, right!) you've got a chance! Even I managed to hit the ball occasionally then!

I liked rounders, except one time when I got hit on the head by the ball, which is hard (the ball that is).
I don't know how you hit it, you just do. Not that I was great at it. There was one girl in my class who used to play competition level tennis and she hit the ball for miles. It was a nightmare when you were fielding.
I hate games with too many rules. If you have to make it that complicated to be fun then obviously you've had to work too hard at making it enjoyable. It should be fast, furoius and have lots of men in tight shorts. And that definately doesn't mean American football where they stop every minute for a time out. Cricket also has too many rules and silly names.

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I don't know how you hit it, you just do.

I certainly never did!

I'm sure you are good at plenty of other stuff (like knowing everything ). Rounders isn't that big a deal in the great scheme of things.

I could never hit it either. Used to hate it in middle school cos everyone got all stressed. In upper school no one cared.

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Rounders isn't that big a deal in the great scheme of things.

It's annoying, though! I'm lousy at tennis, too. It's beyond my comprehension why people are so obsessed with inventing games where you have to hit small balls with things.

I could dribble well in basketball. Never got the bloody thing through the hoop, though!

When I was in junior school I hated sports so didn't try, but later on I found I had a small amount of hand-eye co-ordination after a friend who was much better at sport than me took the time to give me some pointers. I wasn't really bad, just good enough to not get embarassed or be the last one to be picked. Usually the second or third last

Just to go against the grain I have to admit to being quite the athlete in high school. I was on the school and county cross country teams, in a co-ed hockey team outside of school, the school hockey team (field hockey, that is), a bit of badminton and was up for anything else on the school and intramural championships, usually track and field.

Now I'm not even sure I remember the rules for field hockey, certainly wouldn't venture on to a field (they've got blo**dy WEAPONS, you know), I still have my badminton racket but it's gathering dust and I average out at a mile or two road running a few times a week.

I was way more active in the states actually 'cos we'd go out and play ball games or I'd go out running while the others went to the gym because there was sod all else to do in Corvallis. Picture Springfield minus the nuclear plant. It was a one Starbucks town (as Xander once described Sunnydale).

Cross country! Now there's a sensible sport! (By which I mean, one I can actually do... ) All it requires is stubbornness, something which I possess in abundance. No hitting of small balls needed. I was good at cross country. I liked cross country. I actually came first occasionally! Then the nasty teachers axed it, on the grounds that I was the only person who actually liked it. So it was back to hitting little balls. Or failing to hit little balls in my case...

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It was a one Starbucks town (as Xander once described Sunnydale).

Yes. Before it quadrupled in size, developed a beach, a hotel, three or four nightclubs and a college!

Me and Nat already had this conversation. That one I just could not do. HATED it and just walked so in the end they said that I didn't have to do it. Am thinking about taking up running now actually. Think you should be able to run for a bit without collapsing.

If you can run upstairs without collapsing then you're healthy enough.

I would like to be able to jog about 2 miles. I think that's respectable and will be very good for my health, eventually, after the months of red faced exhaustion.

Sorry to break into the sport discussion, but had to post this from IMDB:
'Meet the Parents' Actress Dies After Two Misdiagnoses

The actress who was famously smashed in the face by a volleyball in the Meet The Parents comedy died last month after two medics misdiagnosed her pneumonia. Nicole DeHuff, who played Teri Polo's sister in the 2000 movie, checked into three Los Angeles hospitals, but only when her problems became inoperable did doctors realize what was wrong with her. The actress' mother Patsie says, "By the time she reached the third hospital, it was too late. She was unconscious." The grieving mother reveals her daughter was rushed to hospital on February 12 but was sent home by medics and told to take painkiller Tylenol. Patsie DeHuff recalls, "The next day my daughter was worse." Again, the actress went to hospital, but this time medics prescribed antibiotics for bronchitis. Two days later, paramedics rushed to her home after she collapsed, gasping for breath. The tragic actress died on February 16.

How awful, what a waste of life.

That is very sad news thank u for bring that to ur attension

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I liked cross country. I actually came first occasionally! Then the nasty teachers axed it, on the grounds that I was the only person who actually liked it.

You are crazy. I hated cross country. All those stiches and it was always freezing cold. My asthma was alot worse back then so Id run for a bit then had to stand round for ages to get my breath back. My inhaler used to take quite a whacking on cross country days.
An evil sport.

I always think that, if you need to, you should be able to run away from something nasty.

Have you tried that breath holding technique to help with asthma? I saw it on telly a few years ago and basiclly to train yourself to learn how to hold your breath for longer and longer periods, rather like a free diver does.
Make sure you're somewhere calm, like bed or something, and see how long you can hold your breath and then just keep extending it very slowly over time. The results looked remarkable. The guy who inventd it was Russian or something.

How can you mis-diagnose pneumonia 3 TIMES!!!!!!! Poor woman.

I cant remember the last time I took my inhaler, I think I have grown out of it. Only get a bit wheezy usually when I am ill now or if I have done alot of exercise but I can usually control that myself without taking my inhaler.

Oh or if I am around cats and their evil cat hair! I turn into a runny nosed, bloodshot eyes scary looking person with added I cant breath sounds. If I get really bad I sometimes get a bit of a rash, not nice!

My cousin grew out of hers too, so you're both lucky

So glad I'm not allergic to animals. My mate's the same and she used to be a vetinary nurse. Talk about hazardous occupation!

Certain peoples houses I cant stay in if they have a cat. If they let it go everywhere in the house I cant breath when I try to sleep but Im ok if the cat only wonders round a certain part of the house.
I really like cats too and its annoying I cant have one.

is anyone going watch black hawk down on ch5 this sunday?

You could get a hairless cat. They look a bit ugly but I'm sure they're very sweet.

I said that to my mum once and she said there was no way we were getting one of those 'evil looking things'.

Watched an hilarious film last night: The Strange Affair Of Uncle Harry. I'm a sucker for a b+w 1940s film anyway, and this one starred George Sanders, so I had to watch it. He's cool. I read that it had had a "Hollywood-style" ending imposed upon it to the anger of the director, and it was so very very funny! The film is about a man who lives with his sisters. When he decides to marry, one of his sisters scuppers the relationship in order to keep him at home. He flips in response, and murders his nice sister in order to frame the horrible one. Later he relents and tries to save her from the gallows, but she chooses death in order to torment him for the rest of his life. So far so nicely twisted. Then suddenly it's the end of the film. Cue George Sanders waking up in his arm chair. The nice sister is alive again, his girlfriend didn't run off after all! Yep, it was all a dream. It's a dreadful conclusion, and I totally understand why it annoyed the director so much! At the very end there's a sweet little caption saying "In order that your friends can enjoy this film, please don't give away the ending." Aw. Oh, sorry. I guess I just did that, huh.

Fascinating early example of Hollywood screwing itself up for the sake of a happy ending, anyway!

I hate it when they do that. Do you know what the original was supposed to be like?

I'd imagine that the original ending was the scene just prior to the weird tacked on "happy" bit - George Sanders wandering out of the prison, knowing that his sister was on her way to be hanged, and that he was going to be spending the rest of his life alone, thinking about it all. Cheery! But at least in keeping with the general spirit of the film.