I don't come from an athletic family.  We are all fairly big and strong, but coordinated is usually not a word applied to anyone even distantly related to me.  Nonetheless, I was invited to play tennis by a friend, and we wound up playing two against one (we used to call that Canadian Doubles, but they didn't know the term).  Fortunately, they weren't terribly better than I was.  Unfortunately, within the first few minutes, I managed a diving... something (I can't come up with a complimentary term, but "fall" might not be far off).  Bleeding face, bleeding knee, abraded shoulder - I'm a sight, to be sure.  On the other hand, at least I know that I have passed on my sense of coordination.  When my wife related my injuries to my daughter on the phone, she didn't express surprise.  Instead, she said, "Oh, I hate it when that happens."

Perhaps we should stick to Scrabble.  We are all really pretty good at Scrabble, and seldom have serious Scrabble injuries.