I played on our church softball team for a long time. We had one guy who always showed up, and always tried his best, and never, well almost never, got a hit. He could sort of field the ball. We played him at catcher, and I as the pitcher covered the plate when necessary to take the throw on a play at the plate. We were playing our hated rival, the Baptists, who took the game way too seriously, and did radical stuff like practicing all year long and bringing in ringers and the like, in the season championship game, and were down three runs in the bottm of the last inning when he came up to bat, and with two strikes and no balls, smashed a line drive home run over the left field fence with the bases loaded and won the game. Nobody sucks in the long haul...