No body wants to be the last person picked for any team. I know, I was usually the scrawny, freckle-faced, redhead who was the left-over player.
I wasn’t ever really “picked” because I was what was left.
It’s all about being “liked.”
Now, nearly 50 years later, being liked has a new avenue of validation. It’s called facebook.
I don’t spend a lot of time on facebook with the whole social networking thing, but it has proven a great way to catch up with some old friends and to stay in touch with new ones.