I had parents who encouraged me to play sports when I was a kid, which was great, as long it was a sport I liked. When I insisted I did not like softball and did not want to play, my parents pulled this old mind trick on me: "How do you know you don't like it if you haven't tried it?"
So, when I was eight, I suffered through an entire softball season. It was hot, dirty, boring-- and to no surprise to me (I'd tried to tell them!), I hated it.
In retrospect, what I should have done was take a page out of this kid's book-- and just stand there, every single game, with my hands in my pockets.
If you were ever forced to play a sport you hated, you can probably relate to this little guy.