I fucking hate baseball. My dad loves the sport and tried to get me into it when I was little, which is exactly why I grew to hate it. He forced me to watch baseball on TV with him, dragged me to major league baseball games, and put me in baseball when I was 7. I absolutely despised every second I spent exposed to that damned sport. The worst part was that my dad would get mad whenever I made excuses not to go to the baseball games or practice, shaming me by pointing out that he had spent a lot of money on the tickets or my membership fee. I guess playing baseball itself was even worse. I am absolutely terrible at the sport and can't hit the ball even if my life depended on it. I was hated by pretty much everyone on my team, they constantly bullied me because I was absolutely useless and even cost them the game a few times. Long story short, my dad eventually caught on and allowed me to give up baseball as a sport, and he didn't make me watch it with him anymore, but by that point the damage was done, and I resent baseball and anything to do with it to this day.
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