“If you’re like me, kickball was the one playground game that meant not getting picked last.”
Clearly the author played a kinder gentler version of kickball than I did as a kid
A dweeb in denial. The author was probably picked last for everything and has chosen to look back fondly on kickball solely because he never walked off the field in tears in that one sport.
Not today. My eyes started burning as soon as I walked outside, because of the pollen. Then I had fun riding through large swarms of gnats. It was all I could do to keep steady on the normally-stable CaBi bike, with my eyes burning, gnats flying into my face and in my mouth, and then coming up to bike and pedestrian traffic on the trails.