The beginning of fifth grade was a good time for me. As we moved from the elementary school to the middle school, the dimensions of our kickball field changed. And I was ready to take full advantage.
I knew that if I yanked the ball down the third-base line, it'd clang down into a corner, and I'd have extra bases each and every time. It had nothing to do with talent or my pudgy legs. I just had some dumb information that the other kids hadn't quite picked up on yet.
As the year went along, the kids started to notice my tendencies.