When we were kids and played football, I couldn't catch the ball. (Only within the last ten years have I figured out why -- no depth perception. Duh now! lol) So my job was to stop the other team either from getting the guy with the ball or stopping the guy with the ball getting in the end zone. (Sandlot football, so we were both defense and offense. lol)
I was the biggest person in my class until the boys finally caught up and past me in 10th grade, but this was when we were still just kids, so I was as big or bigger than my older brothers. I always knocked down the guy I was supposed to knock down. (Arms folded, because apparently there's some rule that says we can't use our hands to knock down people.) Then I'd blush, offer my hand to help him up, and apologized.
It seems boys don't take kindly to girls knocking them down, and then helping them up while apologizing. Each play they'd try harder. I didn't. I still knocked them down. They'd get madder. It's only a game and I was only doing what I was supposed to do. Nothing personal.
Boys! Never could understand them. lol