As a matter of fact, I did get picked last for kickball. It wasn't so bad. The secret to my meager success in sports was low expectations.
I was tall but thin and frail, acne scarred, and prone to upper respiratory problems through high school but really filled out in my twenties. I was in a pickup basketball game and finally got chosen first. "I want that Frankenstein lookin' motherfucker" ( I did take it as a compliment)