Anyway, he pretty much just stood there and watched the ball go by. Even stepped out of the way a few times. Other times, he was dancing around, doing a little jig. Mr. Sasha was not happy. Three of P's friends were getting after it, getting sweaty and generally red-faced. They were hustling. While P was dancing. And standing around. He totally did not need that Gatorade we passed out after the game.
I just don't think he's going to be an athlete.
What do you think?