A product of inbreeding, I rose to the ranks of a star football player at a somewhat local college.  As a tight end, my unusually, ahem, large hands (6 fingers on one hand, and 5 and a half on another) allowed me to snag even the most wobbly passes.  Now, a mtn. biker, I use my appendage-laden gift for unparalleled braking, shifting, and grip.  Go me!