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. Where did you get that video? From your Tik Tok page
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. Where did you get that video?
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.
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.
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.
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. Reads more like a humble brag than worst sports moment.
I also had diarrhea after a big win
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 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.
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.
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. Humble brag?
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.
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.