Evidence of a Sporting Youth

Since we're celebrating 100 days to the Soccer World Cup 2010, I thought I would share the only evidence of myself ever partaking in any sporting activity... ever:

I'm sure at the tender age of 1 back in 1984 I gave my parents high hopes of being a sporty child; the hyper-activity sure pointed that way. And I did go on to try my hand (or feet) at tennis, cricket, hockey, gymnastics and even judo. But, alas, nothing stuck. It just wasn't for me.

I do find it rather fitting that the only picture of me being sporty is playing soccer with myself, don't you think? (Even though that's not a real soccer ball, but let's not split hairs.) I take it as a good omen for Bafana Bafana.