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“Hello everybody nice to see you again”
Shout out to Ed Whelan.
Some of you shared your personal grief in sports and all of your failures. Lets roll back the Al Bundy Machine and see where you peaked.
I’ll go first.
Three Rivers League football, rainy shitty night, field was a muddy mess. Weird now kids all play on turf. Kicked a 40+ yard field goal as time expired to beat our hated rivals. I got carried away on shoulders of teammates who didn't even like me.
Bonus points: Up until that time 40 yards was longest i ever made even in practice.
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Gym basketball at the Y. I’m in the corner, on the baseline calling out of bounds and throw up the most beautiful shot of my life. I had the worst angle possible and somehow, it went in.
Flag football in the Army, playing DE. QB goes to throw, I jump and tip the ball. I fall to the ground while the QB catches it. I bounce back up and grab his flag for a loss.
My personal favorite was in Rugby. I had a guy tell me, “it takes about a year to be good at Rugby and about 10 years to be great.” At about the year mark, I see the action in my mind before it happened and scored. I felt Neo in the Matrix when he stops the bullets in mid-air. Never made it to the 10 year mark but that as an amazing moment for me.
I busted a half court buzzer beater to win an IMA game in ‘95. Looked over and locked eyes with Olin Kreutz who was sitting on a nearby bench.
He nodded in approval.
I played for the Sammamish Bengals in my early teens. On my birthday we beat Newport 13-0 and I had six quarterback sacks.
When I was 14 our basketball team (Braves) was 8-1 and took on the Bulls 9-0 for the regular season finale at the Bellevue Boys Club. Our only loss was to them in week #5, 34-10. But in this game we beat them 34-32. I scored 16 points. Just a great memory of my youth. My dad was the head coach to boot.
(We won our two playoff games and faced the Bulls again for the championship. Our starting center was Mormon and couldn't play because it was a Sunday. One of our other top players was out with the flu. We lost 35-28 and I scored 8 or 10 points.)
Probably just making the playoffs every year of high school and one of those years we played Locker and Ferndale.
Played this weird as fuck District "playoff game" where you had us, Black Hills, and North Thurston and you had to do this weird "2 quarter" game elimination shit. Anyways we beat both and didn't have to look like fags that lost a 2 quarter district playoff game.
A 3 run walk off oppo jack off the best pitcher in the league to win our LL championship, then being severely depressed when I didn’t make all stars. I was 11, and the rule was it was all 12’s for AS…but, still.
In Colt League, bottom 7, up one, laid out full in RF with sacks drunk to end game and win title.
HS: 4 innings in relief, 4 rbi including the game winner against top ranked team in AAA (we were #2).
As an adult, shot 74 at Indian Canyon…
JV soccer, freshmen yr. Scored 4 goals against Juanita. Pretty sure I smoked a bowl before getting on the bus that game. Had a goal against Roosevelt where I kicked the goalie in the chest with one leg while scoring with the other. #mykangs
JH JV football, freshmen yr. Intercepted a pass for a pick six. Final play of the game, we? threw the only pass of the entire game and I caught it and scored. Kicked both of the fields goals and we won 14-7. #myroyals
I peaked early thanks to drugs. Oh, well.
Ask me after I finish transitioning…
I keeeeed, I keeeeed. TITTT
Not many after age 12 or so because that was the age when I mostly quit playing organized sports as everyone else got taller, and I did not until about 17. Baseball was my best sport and I should've stuck with it since you can get away with not being freakishly large to play at a high level.
I remember being rather impressed with myself for hitting a couple of monster homeruns in a church softball league, game one of the season. This was at the MLT pavilion fields and was the moment where I realized that grown man strength is some real shit.
Threw down a one-handed jam with a mini ball in PE - I used to be able to jump. Realizing that explosive movements no longer exist in your 40's is kinda depressing.
Buried a 35 foot hole in one on 18 at Interbay mini-golf with $5 skins on the line. Had no clue it was a miss and lose, make and tie scenario, until after the fact.
Fuck me. I could drop a 74 for nine at that course.
Canyon Burgers are so fucking delicious
I once had a single bogey at the Green Lake Pitch and Putt.
I beat CAL.
I forgot, sr yr, right after 9-11. I had a long gotee ish looking thing. Think Serg Tankian from System of a Down. Opposing player called me Bin Laden after I kicked his ass over. HE got red carded 😆
I was out of my mind that day, and The burgers are legit,but the club sandwich was my go to…
during a swim meet, a girl named Shelly jerked me off.
if you have kids on the swim team, beware, it is just a sex fest.
2015 Lewis County Amateur at Riverside. Sure, it’s Lewis county, but we get players from all over the west side. I’m back into golf for the first time in years. I started the year at around a 15 handicap, and play my way down to a 7. Riverside for the Am is tricked out and playing tough. The greens are rolling around 13, the rough is long, and the course is in great shape.
The first round starts solid. 38 on the front, and I started the back par par par bogey, so I’m 3 over through 13. I have 80 yards in on the par 5 14th for my 3rd, and I blade that bitch into the Chehalis river and 3 putt for quad. I limp home with an 8 over 79. Not terrible, but that quad on 14 stings. My buddy hit an ace on 15, so the free beer eases my pain.
The final round is kind of a blur. I have the scorecard somewhere, but I have no idea where it is. I hit the green in two and made a 50 foot bomb on for eagle on 7 to put me one under. I two putted for birdie on 16 to get back to one under, and at that point, I was doing everything in my power to bring it home under par. I’d shot under par once in high school, and never in a competitive round. I have two short par 4s left, both have OB and water, so the driver stays in the bag.
I hit 5 iron into the trees on 17 and have to punch out. I hit a wedge just on the edge of the rough next to the green. The grass is laying down towards the hole, so I decide to putt it, and bang the 20 footer right in the heart to stay 1 under. On 18, I hit 5 iron a little sketchy, which barely clears the pond, but ends up in the fairway. I have 150 in, and I’m amped up, so I hit 9 iron to the back left of the green. The pin is back right like 4 feet from a slope that will funnel every ball off the green, and I have a 40 footer straight towards the fall off. If I hit this putt 2 feet too hard, it’s ending up in the rough. It’s a diabolical pin, especially for the final hole with two decks full of people watching. It’s the most nervous I’ve ever been over a putt in my life, but I lag it to a foot and tap in for par and a one under par 70, tying the guy who won the tournament for low round of the day. I finished 7th gross out of 140+ guys, won net, and won a bunch of cash in the Sunday honey pot. Drinks were consumed.
The one I think of most was all for naught. The second one came off of the same pitcher two years later.
First was age 13 Babe Ruth All Stars. District tournament. We were undefeated but facing the host team. I was 5 for 5 and it was a wild game. We went into the bottom of the 7th trailing by a run.
They had a lights out pitcher who supposedly threw over 80. He didn't really, but he threw 10mph harder than any other pitchers in the tournament and would throw his curveball right at you and bend it back into the zone. Best pitcher I had seen to that point.
Anyways, I was due to third. The two kids in front of me struck out in three pitches and looked relieved they were done. I stepped in and nobody had any hope even though my bat was scorching hot. I got two quick strikes on fastballs that I was late on. Then he threw me several curves in a row. One missed but I fouled off two. Then he threw me an up and in fastball that I was ready for. Kept my hands in and strokes a solid line driver into left field. Man I was relieved. I stole second, stole third and was ready to try for home if the catcher even bobbled one.
He didn't, the batter struck out, and we lost by one. I was stillwalking in clouds. 6-6!
Two years later my 15 year old team hosted the State tournament. We faced that same team from our district (we had a bye to state as hosts) in our third game. That same pitcher came out to close the game with us trailing by two. He wasn't so intimidating this time...early bloomer syndrome. We got guys on first and third with two outs and I came up to face this dude again. Yes, it was glorious. I ambushed a thigh high fastball on his first pitch and smoked it over the 350' sign in left-center. Walk off three run homer.
I still remember a lot of details from those Babe Ruth tournaments. Easily the most fun and excitement I ever had as a kid and (unfortunately) the peak of my athletic career.