Remember what it felt like waiting to be picked for dodge ball or basketball in elementary school? I somehow managed to always be picked in the middle of the pack. Not first, not last, but right in the middle. The wait to be picked was always agonizing, because I never wanted to be picked last. My hope was that Jeremy Robinson had forgotten that I missed the last shot in the previous game we played. If he had forgotten, then I had a chance to be picked for his team. (He was big, mean, and the class bully. Nobody wanted to be on his bad side.)
But this scenario looked much different for those who were really athletic. If you were athletic, then people always fought over who would get to pick you first for their team. I’ve always wondered what happened to all those people who were picked first. Did they go off and become successful, because they were picked by other people, even into their careers? And what about the people who were picked last? Are they still being picked last, today?