Your personal worst / embarrassing sports story.
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Buddy went to Carol College in Butte. They hade a huge softball tourney every year in spring. First year I played they put me in center field. Ninth inning up by 2 with 2 outs a little @Doog_de_Jour comes up to bat. I'd been playing fairly deep but moved up a bunch when she stepped to the plate. Some of my teammates that went to Carol told me to move back "She can hit". Alas I didn't listen and she gave me fuck you eyes. But not the good kind of fuck you eyes and mashed the ball well over my head . I turned to get it but I already knew it was over. She hit a triple and drove in the 3 on base to win the game and send us packing early. All of my friend's college buddies on the team were pissed at me the rest of that trip and most future trips I took over there.
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Yeah but still.GrundleStiltzkin said:* Helena
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I was bullied 4 or 5 times by this POS wigger who was a year behind me in h.s. He was a pretty good starting football player, but still. I should have kicked his ass, but honestly, it would have been the other way around.
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Everyone knows I was ‘roided up for that game.Ice_Holmvik said:Buddy went to Carol College in Butte. They hade a huge softball tourney every year in spring. First year I played they put me in center field. Ninth inning up by 2 with 2 outs a little @Doog_de_Jour comes up to bat. I'd been playing fairly deep but moved up a bunch when she stepped to the plate. Some of my teammates that went to Carol told me to move back "She can hit". Alas I didn't listen and she gave me fuck you eyes. But not the good kind of fuck you eyes and mashed the ball well over my head . I turned to get it but I already knew it was over. She hit a triple and drove in the 3 on base to win the game and send us packing early. All of my friend's college buddies on the team were pissed at me the rest of that trip and most future trips I took over there.
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I don’t remember it being nearly that badlongduckdong said:10 years old I was pitching, started off ok but things went down soon after that.
Gave up probably 8 runs in the 3rd inning my team was starting to get pissed at me, bases loaded gave up grand slam......walked off mound crying.
My best friend came in and struck out the side
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I've never been embarrassed in my entire fucking life. I'm pretty much good at everything I do. Always have been.
But,
I spent some time back in So Fla for a year of HS. During that year, I had two moments that made it abundantly clear to me that I was not cut out for Division 1 football.
1. As a sophomore, I got moved up to the varsity. Seemed like a good thing. In the red/grey game, a kid who would go on to the U as a special teamer and buried deep on the depth chart at linebacker (think tight end body) took a short kick on kickoff and ran up the sideline free. I had the angle and I was speedy so getting to him was no big deal for me. Mind you, he is tight roping the sideline. I get there full steam and he dips his head and shoulder and knocks me on my ass without breaking stride. I think I may have nudged him an inch to the left to make him step on the line. Or maybe he scored. I've chosen to forget. But let's say I took the brunt of a situation where it's normally the other way around. Probably concussed to boot.
2. The first actual game I was on the varsity, we went up to play Miami Columbus. David Shula was the QB, there were a bunch of other D1 players, including this kid named Alonzo Highsmith, who played full back and linebacker. I didn't get into that game. The embarrassing part was that I didn't want to. Alonzo, who is in that gif I like to post (I ain't scared of you bitch), was a fucking man, and trust me, you wouldn't have wanted to either. He scored a TD the next year as a true freshman against the 83 Huskers. And he was not afraid of the Boz.
3. Walking out of class on my way to the HUB, I was walking with a buddy and we were bitching about the Colorado game where Brunell throws a fade to Bailey on fourth down. We're inside the 10 as I recall and a td and PAT win it. But we threw to our great, but 5' 8" wide receiver. Anyway, I'm not Mark Brunell, so that's not the embarrassing moment. That came when my buddy and I are bitching about that play and eventually notice this guy walking next to us obviously listening to the convo. It was Brunell. He didn't say anything, didn't scowl or tell me to fuck off, just kinda kinda grinned and walked on ahead. Camaro would've probably said, "no shit. shitty call." But Brunell wasn't as mouthy I guess. Anyway, that was kinda embarrassing at the tim. Now I think it's just funny. Not an athletic moment; but we were talking about sports so it counts. -
Curtis Gaspard dropped the natty.creepycoug said:I've never been embarrassed in my entire fucking life. I'm pretty much good at everything I do. Always have been.
But,
I spent some time back in So Fla for a year of HS. During that year, I had two moments that made it abundantly clear to me that I was not cut out for Division 1 football.
1. As a sophomore, I got moved up to the varsity. Seemed like a good thing. In the red/grey game, a kid who would go on to the U as a special teamer and buried deep on the depth chart at linebacker (think tight end body) took a short kick on kickoff and ran up the sideline free. I had the angle and I was speedy so getting to him was no big deal for me. Mind you, he is tight roping the sideline. I get there full steam and he dips his head and shoulder and knocks me on my ass without breaking stride. I think I may have nudged him an inch to the left to make him step on the line. Or maybe he scored. I've chosen to forget. But let's say I took the brunt of a situation where it's normally the other way around. Probably concussed to boot.
2. The first actual game I was on the varsity, we went up to play Miami Columbus. David Shula was the QB, there were a bunch of other D1 players, including this kid named Alonzo Highsmith, who played full back and linebacker. I didn't get into that game. The embarrassing part was that I didn't want to. Alonzo, who is in that gif I like to post (I ain't scared of you bitch), was a fucking man, and trust me, you wouldn't have wanted to either. He scored a TD the next year as a true freshman against the 83 Huskers. And he was not afraid of the Boz.
3. Walking out of class on my way to the HUB, I was walking with a buddy and we were bitching about the Colorado game where Brunell throws a fade to Bailey on fourth down. We're inside the 10 as I recall and a td and PAT win it. But we threw to our great, but 5' 8" wide receiver. Anyway, I'm not Mark Brunell, so that's not the embarrassing moment. That came when my buddy and I are bitching about that play and eventually notice this guy walking next to us obviously listening to the convo. It was Brunell. He didn't say anything, didn't scowl or tell me to fuck off, just kinda kinda grinned and walked on ahead. Camaro would've probably said, "no shit. shitty call." But Brunell wasn't as mouthy I guess. Anyway, that was kinda embarrassing at the tim. Now I think it's just funny. Not an athletic moment; but we were talking about sports so it counts.
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But the fourth down play was to Bailey. Right?dnc said:
Curtis Gaspard dropped the natty.creepycoug said:I've never been embarrassed in my entire fucking life. I'm pretty much good at everything I do. Always have been.
But,
I spent some time back in So Fla for a year of HS. During that year, I had two moments that made it abundantly clear to me that I was not cut out for Division 1 football.
1. As a sophomore, I got moved up to the varsity. Seemed like a good thing. In the red/grey game, a kid who would go on to the U as a special teamer and buried deep on the depth chart at linebacker (think tight end body) took a short kick on kickoff and ran up the sideline free. I had the angle and I was speedy so getting to him was no big deal for me. Mind you, he is tight roping the sideline. I get there full steam and he dips his head and shoulder and knocks me on my ass without breaking stride. I think I may have nudged him an inch to the left to make him step on the line. Or maybe he scored. I've chosen to forget. But let's say I took the brunt of a situation where it's normally the other way around. Probably concussed to boot.
2. The first actual game I was on the varsity, we went up to play Miami Columbus. David Shula was the QB, there were a bunch of other D1 players, including this kid named Alonzo Highsmith, who played full back and linebacker. I didn't get into that game. The embarrassing part was that I didn't want to. Alonzo, who is in that gif I like to post (I ain't scared of you bitch), was a fucking man, and trust me, you wouldn't have wanted to either. He scored a TD the next year as a true freshman against the 83 Huskers. And he was not afraid of the Boz.
3. Walking out of class on my way to the HUB, I was walking with a buddy and we were bitching about the Colorado game where Brunell throws a fade to Bailey on fourth down. We're inside the 10 as I recall and a td and PAT win it. But we threw to our great, but 5' 8" wide receiver. Anyway, I'm not Mark Brunell, so that's not the embarrassing moment. That came when my buddy and I are bitching about that play and eventually notice this guy walking next to us obviously listening to the convo. It was Brunell. He didn't say anything, didn't scowl or tell me to fuck off, just kinda kinda grinned and walked on ahead. Camaro would've probably said, "no shit. shitty call." But Brunell wasn't as mouthy I guess. Anyway, that was kinda embarrassing at the tim. Now I think it's just funny. Not an athletic moment; but we were talking about sports so it counts. -
Just moved to NC, freshman in HS, night game playing left field. Chavis Smith, who would go on to play DT at Tennessee and is already tipping three bills rips a line drive right at me. I fight the lights, throw up my glove in good position to make the grab and...ball rips through the webbing of my glove, lands a couple feet behind me and to the right.
Dude literally ripped through the lacing on the left side of my glove.
I blame my cheap ass parents.
That's not really my most embarrassing moment though.
Fast forward 15 years, playing left center in church league softball, one down runner on third, line drive right at me but just in front of me. I rush in, make the snag about navel high, plant to throw the ball back in...
and tear the ACL in my plant leg.
FYFMFE
