The One With the Tennis Ball

"I still remember the standards when I got picked last. Thank God I was big," he says. "What teaches you anxiety is standing to get picked for a team." He recalls playing tennis ball games with his friends, where they would have to stand up against a wall and throw it at each other before getting pelted. The rules were: You had to go touch the wall or be helped by someone who did so. If your butt didn't make it all the way to the wall, you received ass flaps.