Echhk. I'm right with you on all of it. Anything that involves chasing a ball up and down (and up and down) a muddy field with a bunch of idiots I reciprocally hated…I just never saw the point as a kid, which was just as well 'cos nobody wanted me on their team, either, which was just as well because a half-arsed job was the absolute best I was willing to do if I couldn't duck in and hide in the library, and usually I had no interest in even doing that well. Now I'm a grownup(?), we keep the chase-ball-up-and-down-muddy-field idiocy, but we replace the team-picking trauma with streets and transit and car parks and cities full of loud, drunken morons for an entire day (month). This is not an improvement.