Sports weren't his thing. He loved taking part in them, and playing, but he was terrible at all of them. Luckily most of his friends were bad at them too, so no one cared he wasn't good at any. He entered in all the competitions he found, whether it was running, cycling, swimming, or any other kind of individual sport. He also played basketball with his friends, and they took part in the neighborhood league, although they lost most of the matches.
Still, there were some teams who were as bad as they were, and played just for fun as they did. Those matches were the best, with the teams cheering each other, the players celebrating the best points, even if they were worthless. Those were the moments that mattered, the moments when everyone enjoyed sports together, those were the moments when he didn't care being called a loser, because at least he was having fun.
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