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.
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.
I'm guessing the player you tackled wasn't @Tequilla. You would have been lauded for tackling him.
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.
Thought you would have gone with this fond memory.
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.
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.
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.
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.
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.
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
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.
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.
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.
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.
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.
This explains so much.
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.
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.
This explains so much.
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.
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.
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.
Humble brag?
More like cross fit competition??....Pfffftttttttt that shit is gay as fuck.
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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.
I was duly rewarded an unflattering nickname that worked with my last name that stuck for years after.
My friends still laugh at that nickname.
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.
FYFMFE
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.
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.
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.