Dodgeball

Do you recall ever playing dodgeball as a child at school?
 We would gather together in a group, and two team captains would be chosen. Now the team captains didn't actually hold that much authority in the game. They couldn't change rules and they are not allowed to command others around as captains of armies do.
 However, the team captains where in charge of the most sacred and nerve-wrecking aspect of the game; choosing the teams. The captains would take turns picking individuals for their team and one by one, every child would be assigned to a team. When you would be picked, the captain was virtually saying that he wanted you, even if it was only for your athletic ability. Being wanted by the captain was a great feeling.
The first ones that were picked by the captains where almost always the athletic boys, the ones that have proven themselves in the past. These boys would confidently walk to their new captain with a certain smugness, and who could have thought less of them for it; after all, they where the first ones chosen. Once all the athletic boys have been chosen, the captains would pick out the more athletic and cute girls and the rest of the boys. These lucky individuals had the privileged of still being wanted, and at this point in selecting teams, they knew that they still had some value and were an addition to their teammates.
The last group was usually full of misfits- kids with broken arms or glasses, those who had absolutely no athletic ability and those that no body wanted on their team anyway. Usually this last group only consisted of a handful of children, so by now, most had been picked and had their worth proven by the captain. Now was the "tricky" part; the captains had to pick their poison. All the remaining options where like poison. So the captains would still take turns, but rather then picking those who would add to the team, they would pick those that would take away the least. So the captains would reluctantly add members to their team until there was just one kid left.    
The last kid that nobody wanted.
Not only was he or she most likely terrible at sports, but they were also extremely unpopular. They would end up on the team with less players, but unlike the others, they where not picked by the captains. No, they were assigned to, the dismay of, a captain.
The child that wasn't picked, but forced to play the game anyways.
Being last was discouraging, and it made you hate the game. Why would you want to participate in something that no one thinks you can do?
I can't even tell you how awful it feels to be unwanted by everyone.