Right field was usually reserved for the weakest link...
I played little league long before the time of participation trophies. I still remember our right fielder. He was 0 for 19 with 19 strike outs. The only time he reached base was when he got drilled in the back. They made me run for him because he couldn't breathe.
He also had this odd habit of pounding his throwing hand into his glove just prior to attempting a catch. Invariably, the ball would deflect off his glove or he would just miss it entirely. Toward the end of the season, I thought I would try giving him some "advice". "Why don't you NOT pound your hand into the glove and just focus on the ball?" Soon after, there was a fly ball to right and he settled under the ball looking as comfortable as Roberto Clemente. I thought "he isn't going to pound the glove! He is going to make the catch!". However, my Disney moment was ruined when, at the very last moment, he lowers his head and pounds the glove. The ball smacks him square in the noggin, literally hitting the "beanie" on top of the cap. I don't know if he lost consciousness but he might have...
Years later, I came across his obituary and (although deeply saddened by his early passing) was pleased to find that he enjoyed coaching at the little league level. I was amused by the thought of this entire team pounding their glove before the catch... As a kid, he wasn't very good but he did love the game. RIP, my friend.