Brag away, your greatest most memorable sports moment.
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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 😆
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I was out of my mind that day, and The burgers are legit,but the club sandwich was my go to…
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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.
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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.
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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.
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I had a two handed, game winning put back dunk off a missed three at Greenlake once about 20 years ago. Yesterday, after several failed attempts, I managed a similar feat at a trampoline park. I only got slightly injured.
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JV football game
Game winning FG against rival
The next year on varsity missed extra point and we lost to same team (actually the holder blocked my own kick) but I digress
But let’s focus on positive
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I scored four touchdowns in a single game while playing for the Polk High School Panthers in the City Championship game versus Andrew Johnson High School, including the game-winning touchdown in the final seconds against my old nemesis, Bubba "Spare Tire" Dixon.
Bubba and I are friendly now though. We see each other every now and then at the Bearded Clam and talk about our glory days.
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playing OL for CDA High School JV my soph year against Sandpoint. We still ran a power I offense then. I pulled around the tackle and assignment was to hit first LB I could find. Saw a little kid and lined him up. He looked at me, eyes got really wide, and he just fell over on the ground. I was sad that I didn't get to hit him, but I always thought it was hilarious that the kid just didn't even try.
Second story - playing lacrosse against Lakeland in Rathdrum, ID. Classic loose ball drill. Midfielder for the other team had his head down and was trying to scoop up the ball (never put your head down.) Right as he began to raise his head….I arrived. Hit him so hard he land flat on his back and I landed on top of him. The full force of my knee landed on and shattered his cup. Left the kid there and took the ball down the field and our team scored.
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This reminded me of my junior year at Kennedy. We ran a wing T and I was scout defense at the end position. Option coming my way and I drilled our starting QB. Heard him say admiringly, who the fuck just me like that.
