A Quick Story about a fatty playing softball. You know those kind of softball games. The kind that have a bunch of old fat people getting together, throwing the ball and barely playing the game in any sort of aggressive way. Lots of pizza, lots of drinks.  I watched previously mentioned  fatty get up and asked who wanted to be his Runner. One of the many children who were there but not playing volunteered. When he finally hit the ball (no strikes or counting by the way) instead of him running to first base, the kid did. Everyone got a good chuckle out of that. It was a sad reminder of what Fitness has become to most people. It was a sad reminder that I was born in the era when every kid got a trophy for no reason. I really hope things can change for future Generations.