I lunged for a ball in raquetball when playing doubles. I went to my knees never hitting my arms or shoulders. Then, when pushing myself up, dislocated my shoulder.... Just walked off the court with my head down and didn't say a word
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I lunged for a ball in raquetball when playing doubles. I went to my knees never hitting my arms or shoulders. Then, when pushing myself up, dislocated my shoulder.... Just walked off the court with my head down and didn't say a word
The center fielder had a gun for an arm. He fired the ball home for a play at the plate. It was a one-hopper that actually picked up speed after it hit the ground, and it came to eat. Hit me square in the package. I actually thought for an instant that it tore them right off. The audience, including my wife, gasped. This older black gentleman was the ump. He says to me, "Its alright son; you can go ahead and grab 'em."
That reminds me of one of the two times I have ever played racquetball. Tried hitting a ball over my shoulder and hit myself in nose with racquet and got a huge gash from it. I haven't played since.
Pee-Wee baseball...standing in the on deck circle swinging the bat about as hard as I could at practice. My buddy walks right into the bat. I knocked him out cold and he had to ride in the ambluance and spend the night in the hospital.
Not really my fault because I as in the on deck circle, but I was sure traumatized to see my buddy go away in the back of that thing.
Jared Homan?My senior year of football in HS I decided to punch a mat under a basketball hoop and broke my hand. I had 15 tackles that game but the next day I had to go get a cast and played the rest of the season with a cast. Coaches to this day won't let it go. Our team docter was in the gym when I did this and made fun of me when I finally came in to get xrays. tried to play it off as getting stepped on in the game but he politely said, "I'm not an idiot. This is a boxers fracture and I saw you do it." hahaha
I believe it was the last football game of the season, and it seems like it was at Norwalk. We were 1-7 at that point, and had been 50-pointed three or four times already. The field was all wet and muddy before we even got there. So, they had some plywood on the field from the locker rooms to the benches, since it was so wet.
Well, I was near the front of the pack as we sprinted onto the field before the game. I wasn't paying close enough attention, but just as I was approaching one of the last pieces of plywood, I hadn't noticed that the last person in front of me was just hitting the front of that board. Causing the back of the board to slightly raise. Well, I caught my foot on it, causing a domino effect for about the next 30 guys behind me. We all went slipping and sliding into the mud and were all filthy before the game even started. That was a pretty fitting end to that season...
Was he wearing white pants or something?a teammate of mine **** his pants during warm ups of a football game. He tried to keep it a secret, but one of our coaches humiliated him.
I swear it was a teammate! LOL :biglaugh::biglaugh::biglaugh::biglaugh:
I played tennis in spring and summer all through middle school and high school. Because I am left handed, If I slice my serve, no one can touch it, and I mean no one, not even the guys from my team who won the state doubles title 2 of their 4 years. Because of this, the old tennis pro who helped with summer league, Coach Bogs, made me serve 2 whole baskets of balls everyday, every summer that I can remember. One day I just got into a zone and was serving without even thinking about what I needed to do. I hit the ball but didn't really pay attention to how I was bringing the racket down after the serve. Because of this, I ended up bringing it a little too close to my...crotchular region and ended up hitting the tip. As a result of this, I spent about the next half hour sitting on the ground on the side of the court, trying not to show any sign of the pain that I was in. And painful it was, more so than when I fractured my leg as a little kid playing on the playground in fact. After that, I spent just a little bit more time thinking and paying attention to where the racket was for the entire serve.
Was he wearing white pants or something?
A few years ago in a rec softball league I rounded 3B and was heading home and lost my footing and fell head first about 5 feet away from home plate. I litterally did an army-crawl to touch home plate. I still get crap about that to this date. At least I can laugh at myself because I'm sure I would have been laughing along with the rest of the guys if it were someone else.