I wish I'd played golf in high school. There were no cuts.
Had my favorite coach in what is now my favorite sport.
Instead, I was on the track team. Because, girls.
I sometimes wish I'd gone out for wrestling (the real amateur kind). In eighth grade, we did wrestling in gym. I was a short skinny kid with glasses, so I had to take them off when we were practicing wrestling and really couldn't see anything the gym teacher was demonstrating.
Then I had a couple of matches, one against a kid on the junior high team, and I lost, but I wasn't pinned. Then I remembered the cradle was an effective move, and in the third match, also against a kid on the team, I kept trying to cradle the kid and nearly had him pinned at one point before I ran out of gas, he reversed and I ended up losing on points again.
Later in the locker room, our teacher came over to me and a couple other kids and said we all should go out for the wrestling team. I wasn't too sure, so my teacher encouraged me to watch a practice. I went, saw the coach yelling at the kids, making them do push-ups when they messed up, and I left.
Looking back now, the coach was probably just trying to get the best out of the kids, but eighth grade me wasn't interested in getting yelled at and punished with pushups.