Picked Last
It happened several times a week, almost without fail. Whether they lined up against the wall of the gymnasium, the local ice rink or the snow bank for the back-roads hockey, it was always the same. The leaders picked him last.
Last for basketball because he was too clumsy; in hockey he was not coordinated; baseball - he couldn't swing a bat, never mind hit the ball.
If just once in a while he could be the second or third last person picked...but it never happened. He stood alone, and finally he ended up on a team by default, rushing to the team's side before his eyes broke with a flood of tears in response to the embarrassing experience of being last again.