What was you worst / most embarrassing sports moment
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Where did you get that video?DerekJohnson said:PurpleBaze said:I was lobbing a Molotov cocktail once & I soapdish-fumbled it right behind me. Managed to get away from with nothing more than some singed ass hairs. Never been able to live that one down.
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Our war party headed out to attack a wagon train and when we get to the ridgeline to look down and plan the attack I realize I forgot my bow. I had also grabbed my plastic tomahawk instead of the real one. The Chief made me walk home and said I couldn't do warpath for a month. I also had to make clay pots with the tribe women for a week.
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I was playing in center field in baseball and ran up hard on a short pop fly. Missed it and it broke my nose.
I picked the ball up and threw it home all bloody and the catcher tried to get the guy out then dropped the ball because it was covered in blood then another guy scored lol -
Underwear too clean, otherwise, just like that.minion_doog said:GrundleStiltzkin said:My entire youth sports (below high school) was a long running embarrassment yet with nothing remarkable. My fat ugly nipples in middle school track tank tops might have been one of the worst. Wrestling in 2nd & 3rd grade was moving from one mat of degradation to another.
Senior year of football in a first round playoff game, against another small town school that took football very seriously and traveled well. I wore old school knee braces that had these hanger straps that ran up the inside of the pants and hooked on the belt. Damn things were constantly coming undone. In this case, the braces became terribly tangled up and I could barely move because they slid down so far. I came off field following an offensive series, went to far side of bench, and without thinking much dropped trow to fix the situation as quick as I could. I gradually become aware of a commotion behind me, and turn around to see that I'm directly in front of the visitors section and am being heckled by the cheerleaders, students, and parents. Good tims.
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Reads more like a humble brag than worst sports moment.haie said:Senior year we were getting our asses kicked in our rivalry game at the other team's place. We had destroyed them 3 years prior and I had talked a lot of shit to their receivers and knew I was going to have to take it this year. But then we came all the way back and beat them in overtime and I laughed.
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I hitchhiked to the annual Dawgman.com recruiting banquet back in early 2000's.
When Ken got done sharing his inside info with the spellbound audience, I nervously approached him (I was just 12 at the time) to ask if he'd autograph the back of my $40 ticket to his sold-out event.
He said with a smirk, "Sure kid. You do know I get these requests all the time."
As I handed over the ticket stub, my hand visibly shaking, Ken got distracted and muttered, "Be right back".
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Wasn't really that humble, eitherIce_Holmvik said:
Reads more like a humble brag than worst sports moment.haie said:Senior year we were getting our asses kicked in our rivalry game at the other team's place. We had destroyed them 3 years prior and I had talked a lot of shit to their receivers and knew I was going to have to take it this year. But then we came all the way back and beat them in overtime and I laughed.
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So even when you won, you lost.Motown said:
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I just thought of probably my worst one. My brother never lets me forget this one.
I have a long history of knee problems. I won't go into it as it's a long history. Until my early 20s it was all with my left knee. I tweaked my right one playing hoops at Ravenna Park during my last spring in Seattle. It felt serious when it happened, but it loosened up surprisingly fast and I kind of forgot about it.
That summer I joined my brother's men's slow pitch team for a couple of weekend tourneys per month. I was playing third base, with an expensive custom brace on my left knee, and muffed a hard grounder. After the dust settled, still pissed at myself for the error, I kicked at the ground like a fucking spoiled adolescent. I think I was expecting to just brush the dirt, but instead my cleats caught, the rest of my leg kept going, and I heard/felt that sickly, muted series of pops that comes from deep inside your knee as shit is tearing.
It nearly crumpled me, but instead I just started hopping/gimping in a little circle...wondering if I could walk or even stand on it. The other team's base coach and the runner who had come in to third on the play both saw what happened and were quick to show their Nebraska classiness, which I did not want at the moment. I think half of my team saw the whole thing too but I'm pretty sure they didn't give a fuck if I was OK or have any interest in helping me if I needed it.
I managed to play a few more games at first base and finish out the tourney but I was mostly useless. My ACL was torn and the chunk of meniscus that came out on that one was a personal record. It's easily the most disgraceful, embarrassing, damaging, stupid thing I've ever done during a sporting event. The next time I played a softball game I was wearing custom braces on both knees. My friends mockingly called me Terminator...with nothing even slightly complimentary intended. Dicks. -
This is the kind of content you just can’t get anywhere else.chuck said:I just thought of probably my worst one. My brother never lets me forget this one.
I have a long history of knee problems. I won't go into it as it's a long history. Until my early 20s it was all with my left knee. I tweaked my right one playing hoops at Ravenna Park during my last spring in Seattle. It felt serious when it happened, but it loosened up surprisingly fast and I kind of forgot about it.
That summer I joined my brother's men's slow pitch team for a couple of weekend tourneys per month. I was playing third base, with an expensive custom brace on my left knee, and muffed a hard grounder. After the dust settled, still pissed at myself for the error, I kicked at the ground like a fucking spoiled adolescent. I think I was expecting to just brush the dirt, but instead my cleats caught, the rest of my leg kept going, and I heard/felt that sickly, muted series of pops that comes from deep inside your knee as shit is tearing.
It nearly crumpled me, but instead I just started hopping/gimping in a little circle...wondering if I could walk or even stand on it. The other team's base coach and the runner who had come in to third on the play both saw what happened and were quick to show their Nebraska classiness, which I did not want at the moment. I think half of my team saw the whole thing too but I'm pretty sure they didn't give a fuck if I was OK or have any interest in helping me if I needed it.
I managed to play a few more games at first base and finish out the tourney but I was mostly useless. My ACL was torn and the chunk of meniscus that came out on that one was a personal record. It's easily the most disgraceful, embarrassing, damaging, stupid thing I've ever done during a sporting event. The next time I played a softball game I was wearing custom braces on both knees. My friends mockingly called me Terminator...with nothing even slightly complimentary intended. Dicks. -
In 8th grade PE we were playing a basketball drill and I tried to post up a girl and she swatted the ball and stole it and ran the court for a layup 😭
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In an intramural basketball game at the IMA a player on the other team stripped the ball from me late in the second half of a close game, it was probably closer than it should have been because I was playing like shit. Gilby hadn’t happened yet so I was still super competitive and very uncomfortable with losing.
I chased him down and basically tackled him, though at the time I remember thinking it was a clean play. The ensuing impact ended up separating my right shoulder and got me kicked out of the game for a flagrant foul. I spent several weeks in a shoulder immobilizer. My team performed much better in my absence and eventually won the game. -
Probably when Teagan Quintoariano sodomized me with a TV remote
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I'm guessing the player you tackled wasn't @Tequilla. You would have been lauded for tackling him.DoogmanRefund said:In an intramural basketball game at the IMA a player on the other team stripped the ball from me late in the second half of a close game, it was probably closer than it should have been because I was playing like shit. Gilby hadn’t happened yet so I was still super competitive and very uncomfortable with losing.
I chased him down and basically tackled him, though at the time I remember thinking it was a clean play. The ensuing impact ended up separating my right shoulder and got me kicked out of the game for a flagrant foul. I spent several weeks in a shoulder immobilizer. My team performed much better in my absence and eventually won the game. -
Thought you would have gone with this fond memory.PurpleBaze said:I was lobbing a Molotov cocktail once & I soapdish-fumbled it right behind me. Managed to get away from with nothing more than some singed ass hairs. Never been able to live that one down.
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Played an entire coed camp soccer practice when I was 8? With 1 ball hanging out of my sweats without realizing it.
I was duly rewarded an unflattering nickname that worked with my last name that stuck for years after.
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Can't think of anything particularly embarassing from playing team sports, but for reasons I won't get into I entered a triathlon in my late teens that I barely trained for.
I really had no business being in one, and the swimming portion was a huge embarassment in itself, but I did well enough in the cycling and running portions that it wouldn't have been a complete and total embarassment.
Except for some reason the finish line was at the top of a pretty steep hill, and I had given everything I had trying to make up for the time I lost in the swimming portion. I still decided to full sprint, to the extent that I could, up that final hill to get it over with.
As I got to the top I suddenly felt an intense cramp in both legs simultaneously, which caused me to fall over immediately as if I'd been shot, letting out a loud-pitched scream, and literally rolling over the finish line in front of a small crowd of people.
Took a few seconds for people to realize what had happened and start laughing at my expense, while I had to wait for the cramp to recede enough that I could actually manage to stand up and slink away to hide my shame. -
Speaking of triathlons, the championship distance (IRONMAN) started in Hawaii when some one decided to combine an existing rough water swim, a bike race around the perimeter of oahu and the Honolulu maraton.NorwegianHusky said:Can't think of anything particularly embarassing from playing team sports, but for reasons I won't get into I entered a triathlon in my late teens that I barely trained for.
I really had no business being in one, and the swimming portion was a huge embarassment in itself, but I did well enough in the cycling and running portions that it wouldn't have been a complete and total embarassment.
Except for some reason the finish line was at the top of a pretty steep hill, and I had given everything I had trying to make up for the time I lost in the swimming portion. I still decided to full sprint, to the extent that I could, up that final hill to get it over with.
As I got to the top I suddenly felt an intense cramp in both legs simultaneously, which caused me to fall over immediately as if I'd been shot, letting out a loud-pitched scream, and literally rolling over the finish line in front of a small crowd of people.
Took a few seconds for people to realize what had happened and start laughing at my expense, while I had to wait for the cramp to recede enough that I could actually manage to stand up and slink away to hide my shame.
So I move to Kona from Seattle in the early 80s and a month or two later I get a chance to work at an aids tation and hand out water bottles to the bikers. You had to sprint along side them and seamlessly hand them the bottle so they didn't have to slow down (much).
I had a grand time while thinking hey this isn't too hard. Also, as others tired out (and the last bikers came through), it seemed like my fellow volunteers were content to let me handle the water for most of the riders that weren't in a group.
I cramped up BADLY while in the Condo hot tub later that night and someone asked me if I participated in the triathlon that day.
Well.........................................................................................................................., I handed out water bottles.
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A couple of years ago at a CrossFit competition I failed to clean 260lbs. Little did I know, I only needed to hit 255 to get 3rd in that event. (Max clean and 2 front squats) I didn’t need to make the jump from 250 to 260. It was humiliating. I’ll never forget that one, that’s for sure.
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Humble brag?MikeDamone said:A couple of years ago at a CrossFit competition I failed to clean 260lbs. Little did I know, I only needed to hit 255 to get 3rd in that event. (Max clean and 2 front squats) I didn’t need to make the jump from 250 to 260. It was humiliating. I’ll never forget that one, that’s for sure.
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I was leading a 4th quarter drive to win the Super Bowl when irritable bowel syndrome struck and I had to leave the game. The back up threw a pick and we lost
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Not necessarily me competing but still sports related was the day after the 2016 Pac12 CG. I’m waiting to board the plane and see this black dude sitting by the gate and a bunch of UW fans going over to him saying hello.
The guy looks like kinda familiar and I remember @DerekJohnson had recently interviewed Ronnie Lott so I go the HH front page (RIP) and see Lott’s photo to compare. Think to myself, yup that’s him. I think he worked for Pac12 network at the time and in my mind, he’s flying to Seattle to interview poachers/coaches.
End up sitting across the aisle from him on the flight. I lean over and say “you were one of my favorite players. I’m a big Niners fan.” He has kind of a puzzled look on his face and I say, “it’s tough living in Seattle as Niners fan” and he kinda chuckles.
Fast forward to Monday or Tuesday and I see something on Twitter about sports celebrities ringing the Salvation Army bell downtown with a photo of Warren Moon and my first though, wow Warren Moon looks just like Ronnie Lott. At that point I realized I saw Warren Moon and told him he was my favorite player. -
This explains so much.MikeDamone said:A couple of years ago at a CrossFit competition I failed to clean 260lbs. Little did I know, I only needed to hit 255 to get 3rd in that event. (Max clean and 2 front squats) I didn’t need to make the jump from 250 to 260. It was humiliating. I’ll never forget that one, that’s for sure.
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My third game of college football (yes I was a LS), we played a rival school who had upset a top 10 team by 20 points the week before.
Our games were always pretty packed (it was a big junior college so maybe 2k people) and I had a few people in the stands to watch, including my girlfriend at the time.
Anyways, I snap a rocket right into my punters hip, run down the field, as the returner took a hard inside cut, I get blindsided by a 4th string safety, but as I was flying through the air, one of my teammates, was also laid out.
It felt like slow motion as I looked down, and watched the crown of his helmet go right into my balls. I was in shock, I felt no pain…. I tried to stand up after the whistle blew
Then it hit.
I was screaming, rolling on the ground in pain, my nuts were in my mf throat.
The trainer ran out onto the field, he thought I tore my ACL from the way that I went down and started screaming cuss words.
Also, the school was in a Mormon town, my profanity had reached the stands and I had a few professors ask me if I was okay, if I needed to talk about anything.. yeah my purple balls.
Had to ice my balls for a few days, they were sensitive to the touch, which really fucked with my 19 year old horny ass.
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Call it what you will. It was embarrassingFireCohen said:
Humble brag?MikeDamone said:A couple of years ago at a CrossFit competition I failed to clean 260lbs. Little did I know, I only needed to hit 255 to get 3rd in that event. (Max clean and 2 front squats) I didn’t need to make the jump from 250 to 260. It was humiliating. I’ll never forget that one, that’s for sure.
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Hurtful. I try to post stories and little vignettes that I think people here would find entertaining and amusing. I work hard at it. I really do. I’m out here working my tail off. Then I get this crap. It really takes the wind out of my sails, to be quite honest.BleachedAnusDawg said:
This explains so much.MikeDamone said:A couple of years ago at a CrossFit competition I failed to clean 260lbs. Little did I know, I only needed to hit 255 to get 3rd in that event. (Max clean and 2 front squats) I didn’t need to make the jump from 250 to 260. It was humiliating. I’ll never forget that one, that’s for sure.
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It’s hardMikeDamone said:
Hurtful. I try to post stories and little vignettes that I think people here would find entertaining and amusing. I work hard at it. I really do. I’m out here working my tail off. Then I get this crap. It really takes the wind out of my sails, to be quite honest.BleachedAnusDawg said:
This explains so much.MikeDamone said:A couple of years ago at a CrossFit competition I failed to clean 260lbs. Little did I know, I only needed to hit 255 to get 3rd in that event. (Max clean and 2 front squats) I didn’t need to make the jump from 250 to 260. It was humiliating. I’ll never forget that one, that’s for sure.
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8th grade learning to throw discus . Spinning around wildly like a fucktard and I release the most glorious discus throw that Jr. High has ever seen, probably record setting. Except I released it almost completely sideways. The discus flew... it was beautiful... until it went directly into the popular all American track girl's leg while she was stretching to the side. She crumpled, it actually fractured femur. She never really ran the same again, she quit track and became a cheerleader, got pregnant senior year by some backup QB football player.
Her parents never forgave me, the school actually had to build a cage around the field practice area for discus and shot throws because of "the incident"... I do wonder what would have happened if she had stuck with being an all state track star without a broken leg instead of a knocked up cheerleader. -
When I was 5 and played divegrass my cleat was untied and I went to kick the ball as hard as I could to score. Missed the ball completely and my cleat flew like 20 yards.
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More like cross fit competition??....Pfffftttttttt that shit is gay as fuck.FireCohen said:
Humble brag?MikeDamone said:A couple of years ago at a CrossFit competition I failed to clean 260lbs. Little did I know, I only needed to hit 255 to get 3rd in that event. (Max clean and 2 front squats) I didn’t need to make the jump from 250 to 260. It was humiliating. I’ll never forget that one, that’s for sure.
