Your worst agony of defeat type of moment in athletic competition?
Comments
-
FYFMFEdnc said:
53SB! -
FYFMFEdnc said:
53SB! -
FYFMFE again and again.PurpleThrobber said:
FYFMFE
Fucking double poast slow internet iphone post excuse.
-
You sound like you may have eaten alot of paste as a kid. NTTAWWTFenderbender123 said:In 5th grade basketball, I grabbed a defensive rebound, and immediately tried to put the ball back into the hoop several times, which would have scored for the other team. Luckily, I sucked so bad at shooting that I missed all 4 uncontested attempts from right underneath the basket (I kept getting my own rebound). "No no! Wrong basket!" My parents screamed from the stands. But I couldn't hear them. I was too busy trying to score for the other team.
In 6th grade basketball, I was underneath the backboard when my teammate tried to make a shot. He was also underneath the backboard, because we were all fucking stupid and didn't realize that we should spread out while on offense. Anyway, he throws his shot up really hard, and it hit the bottom of the backboard right as I looked up to see his shot, and the ball bounced back down and smacked me in the face. My nose immediately started bleeding and I started crying. Up to that point, nobody had told me that there was no crying in basketball. But on that day, there was.
In 6th grade flag football, this big defensive lineman kid kept pushing me backwards immediately after the ball was snapped. Sounds fair, right? Wrong. In flag football, you're supposed to count to 5 banana before you can cross the line of scrimmage after the snap. In fact, the counting rule is why I played offensive lineman in the first place...because it made the position completely irrelevant to the outcome of the game. That's why my coach was so smart...he put his biggest, most athletic players at the skill positions, which is why we had a very successful season. Anyway, this guy shoved me down play after play to start the game. I eventually started crying, and then complained to the referee. The very next play, BAM, he gets flagged for a 5 yard penalty. In a way, that was kind of a victorious moment for me...but because everyone saw me crying, it didn't really feel that way.
Needless to say, I didn't play sports after 6th grade. -
FYFMFEdnc said:
53SB! -
I didn't play organized sports past 9th grade since long hair and drugs and hanging out with girls was better than early 70's dictator high school coaches. (Hi Bobby Dunn)
My 9th grade line coach told me to enjoy the dance committee in high school so we did wheelies on his lawn when I got my license.
Nothing but good memories of gym rat ball and Sunday morning tackle football at Stevens Field.
Winners win I guess -
9th grade hoops playing our arch rivals and I'm cheapshotting their PG at every opportunity....pulling his jersey to slow him down on their fast breaks, elbows to the body while going for rebounds, hip check when he tries to go around my screen. By the 3rd quarter he'd had enough and I could see the frustration boiling over. So of course I push his buttons once more with a love tap to his junk under the basket and he comes unglued. He gets a clean shot to my left eye before we go to the ground. I had his jersey up over his head hockey style and was getting ready to land a haymaker when my own fucking coach pulls me off of him.
All that antagonizing and I get a shiner to boot...and I didn't get one punch in. Didn't get kicked off the team, but ran a shit load of extra sprints the rest of the year -
So I'm reading some of these poasts to my favorite wife and she says "what I love about you men is your ability to take things to the lowest possible level, I bet that guy has been waiting all week to use nutsack in a sentence."
-
@Fenderbender1-122 were taken?!?!Fenderbender123 said:In 5th grade basketball, I grabbed a defensive rebound, and immediately tried to put the ball back into the hoop several times, which would have scored for the other team. Luckily, I sucked so bad at shooting that I missed all 4 uncontested attempts from right underneath the basket (I kept getting my own rebound). "No no! Wrong basket!" My parents screamed from the stands. But I couldn't hear them. I was too busy trying to score for the other team.
In 6th grade basketball, I was underneath the backboard when my teammate tried to make a shot. He was also underneath the backboard, because we were all fucking stupid and didn't realize that we should spread out while on offense. Anyway, he throws his shot up really hard, and it hit the bottom of the backboard right as I looked up to see his shot, and the ball bounced back down and smacked me in the face. My nose immediately started bleeding and I started crying. Up to that point, nobody had told me that there was no crying in basketball. But on that day, there was.
In 6th grade flag football, this big defensive lineman kid kept pushing me backwards immediately after the ball was snapped. Sounds fair, right? Wrong. In flag football, you're supposed to count to 5 banana before you can cross the line of scrimmage after the snap. In fact, the counting rule is why I played offensive lineman in the first place...because it made the position completely irrelevant to the outcome of the game. That's why my coach was so smart...he put his biggest, most athletic players at the skill positions, which is why we had a very successful season. Anyway, this guy shoved me down play after play to start the game. I eventually started crying, and then complained to the referee. The very next play, BAM, he gets flagged for a 5 yard penalty. In a way, that was kind of a victorious moment for me...but because everyone saw me crying, it didn't really feel that way.
Needless to say, I didn't play sports after 6th grade. -
Getting ejected for fighting the catcher in baseball. I started it for no reason other than frustration with things that weren't the catcher's fault. Grandpa told me how disappointed he was in me, I was suspended from baseball and my grandpa died before he was able to ever see me play again.
-
PineapplePirate said:
Getting ejected for fighting the catcher in baseball. I started it for no reason other than frustration with things that weren't the catcher's fault. Grandpa told me how disappointed he was in me, I was suspended from baseball and my grandpa died before he was able to ever see me play again.
-
All this time you never said anything about my handle name ending with numbers...and all this time I hoped it was because maybe you thought I was cool.Dennis_DeYoung said:
But to answer your question...yes, they were all taken. -
She should post here.89ute said:So I'm reading some of these poasts to my favorite wife and she says "what I love about you men is your ability to take things to the lowest possible level, I bet that guy has been waiting all week to use nutsack in a sentence."
-
I broke my hip playing flag football.
-
-
This really doesn't count since it's not "athletic competition", but it is sports related...I lost to a SeaGal* in my fantasy football league's playoff. This wasn't so bad until she beat me out for a position we both applied for at work. I must say though in hindsight I was more upset about losing the championship than the job.
*Preemptive YKWYWF - I can't for the life of me remember the gal's name - sorry fellas, no pics. -
Convincing the World I don't exist.
Wait, which fucking thread is this? -
I never lost.
Except for when I bricked two free throws when I only needed to hit one the championship in AAU basketball when I was twelve.
Except when our all star baseball team lost in the semi finals of state when I struck out on a called third strike.
Except when in the playoffs versus Redmond in highschool soccer I cheated and should have been sent off for a red card but didn't and we still lost.
Except for in college when I did crew and we lost to Navy by about a billion boat lengths.
I guess I actually lost a lot, and yes all those things happened.
-
Intramural flag football championship game playing against a team that had some players from the football team. A touchdown wins it and were 30 yards from the end zone. I run my route the db switched on a crosser and I am alone in the end zone. The qb finally looks my way as he is avoiding a couple rushers and I got my hands up telling him to throw me the fucking ball. He throws it to me and I'm stoked I just won the game for us. Except for the fact that I was 10 feet out of the fucking end zone and caught the ball out of bounds.
My excuse is our fields were ghetto and only had those tiny fucking soccer markers as goals. But no one ever let me live that down.
Follow up. This actually happened to teammate. Freshmen baseball he was a sophmore on the team. We had like two games left in the season and this guy hasn't got 1 hit all year. He comes up to bat and hits a fucking rope into the gap. He's a big dude and runs as hard as he could and as he steps on first base he trips over it and when he hit the ground let out the most disgusting noise. He diareahead in his pants. His shit stains were everywhere and the Gray baseball pants hid nothing. He ended up getting tagged out laying on the ground then everyone stopped and all you could hear was people laughing. He quit the team after that game. -
Damn, another rower. I'm working on a poast for you guys.Edwin_Bambino said:I never lost.
Except for when I bricked two free throws when I only needed to hit one the championship in AAU basketball when I was twelve.
Except when our all star baseball team lost in the semi finals of state when I struck out on a called third strike.
Except when in the playoffs versus Redmond in highschool soccer I cheated and should have been sent off for a red card but didn't and we still lost.
Except for in college when I did crew and we lost to Navy by about a billion boat lengths.
I guess I actually lost a lot, and yes all those things happened. -
Post of the Month89ute said:So I'm reading some of these poasts to my favorite wife and she says "what I love about you men is your ability to take things to the lowest possible level, I bet that guy has been waiting all week to use nutsack in a sentence."
-
Only for one year. I realized drinking beer till 5am was a more agreeable way to spend my college life than to wake up at 5am to row a boat.89ute said:
Damn, another rower. I'm working on a poast for you guys. -
You just needed more tim.YellowSnow said:Shout out to @HuskyJW for a thread that delivered! Thought it would be fun to have a discussion about our all-time "Agony of Defeat" type moments in athletic competition.
For me: My eight lost to CAL once by a seat (fraction of a second) at a PAC 10 championship. We were down by a boat length or more the majority of the race and would have passed them if we had another 100 meters. This was especially humiliating because we were not a loser program and we hardly ever lost to CAL. Crushing agony of defeat type of moment. -
-
This is ill eagle!RomarFuckedJenC said:Intramural flag football championship game playing against a team that had some players from the football team.
-
Should have been more specific former playersBennyBeaver said:
This is ill eagle! -
And you probably got laid more than the rest of us dumb shits that stuck it out for 4 years. Fucker!!Edwin_Bambino said:
Only for one year. I realized drinking beer till 5am was a more agreeable way to spend my college life than to wake up at 5am to row a boat. -
Well yeah. He fucked the whole team.YellowSnow said:
And you probably got laid more than the rest of us dumb shits that stuck it out for 4 years. Fucker!! -
Worst i can think of offhand is the 7th grade, district track meet. I ran sprints and was good at it, winning the 100 in several meets, including sub districts with my best time of the season (think it was 13.1 lol). I ran a 12.8 in practice the week of the meet.
Anyways i got off the blocks OK for me, but my signature third gear surge, from about 20-30 meters, which was where i always jumped out to the lead, wasnt there that day. All i saw were other colors in my peripheral which was bad news for ne at that stage because i always lost ground especially in the final 30. It happened. I tensed up searching for a gear i didnt have and finished dead last in 14. something my worst time ever.
I had never finished last at anything. I was so butthurt, embarrassed and dejected that i faked a bruised heel and pulled out of the 200, which i had a chance of winning.
Yes i really do remember that day that clearly 32 years later. Ill go kill myself now. -
YellowSnow said:
I think I would get WTF'd outta here in a hurry with a 10 things you never knew about rowing sort of post and I don't want to have to LEAVE.89ute said:
Damn, another rower. I'm working on a poast for you guys.
You two fags are knew around here. Gay Rowboat may be gay and all but is still appreciated enough since Washington is like good at it. Like really fucking good. Best program in the cuntry good. And this place is built on the core belief of winning first and everything else second.
I rowed for a year at UW but I sucked. Sucked relative for a UW rower. I guess that makes my most embarrassing moment having to retire from rowing due to injury.
(IIRC BoorsWiin likes to stroke on the erg too)
For past threads, see
http://forum.hardcorehusky.com/discussion/29991/husky-crew-falls-apart-with-jen-cohen-as-ad#latest
http://forum.hardcorehusky.com/discussion/30981/tv-special-tonite-on-tuff-seattle-liberals#latest
http://forum.hardcorehusky.com/discussion/30163/cohen-makes-a-splash/p1
http://forum.hardcorehusky.com/discussion/25856/woodward-serious-about-womens-crew-national-titles-every-year-or-doa/p1
http://forum.hardcorehusky.com/discussion/20298/wearestillagoddamnrowingschool#latest
http://forum.hardcorehusky.com/discussion/18330/poasted-without-comment/p1
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=571BuZeeQjE
