When my older brothers were in HS, I got to "play" ball with them... Mind you, I was a skinny, short for my age, grade school kid, while my brothers were both eventually collegiate athletes.
One of my brothers was a 6'9 basketball prodigy who eventually became a 'shot doctor' for Clyde Drexler and Terry Porter. The other was a 6'6 moose.
Their playmates were all bruisers, one of whom was a HS all American shooting guard.
Compassion was not their strong suit.
Football? "Here, kid, you hike the ball!" I was usually lined up across from the 6'5 power forward/linebacker... I bet you can guess how long that lasted!
Baseball? I got to bat first, and usually was hit with a pitch or stomped trying to cover home plate...
Basketball? I got a lot of pebble patterned facial abrasions trying for a lay up.
Only advantage I ever had was I was always faster than all of them.
Maybe the beavitch will eventually get tired of getting punched in the mouth.
Don't hold your breath.