I put this in the other one to but I think it fits both. The 7th grade girls basketball B team at my school lost 76-0.
Your most embarrassing athletic failure...
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Playing WR in high school I was running a post route and the TE on the opposite side apparently didn't know what a flag route was because he also ran a post.. We met up about 20 yards downfield and I caught a glimpse of his shoulder pad a split second before we hit. First time I had ever been knocked completely out
My brother once walked a 100 meter hurdles race.
He was ****** that he had to run track that year, after he got an MIP (so he wouldn't miss football). The funny part is that he got injured in 2-A-Days and never played a down of football that year anyways.
He was ****** that he had to run track that year, after he got an MIP (so he wouldn't miss football). The funny part is that he got injured in 2-A-Days and never played a down of football that year anyways.
both of these come courtesy my senior year in high school track (2003)
I was one of the two high jumpers on our team and I could pretty regularly clear 6' without much trouble. Well there was a three or four meet stretch there where I didn't clear opening height (5'4"). One of those meets was the only meet my dad came to that year.
Before the state changed the rules, an individual could qualify their team in an event and not participate in it at the state meet. Some of my teammates qualified a 4x800 team and the coach used them elsewhere so he just put 4 people in there to run it. I was the anchor leg but by the time I got the stick I was so far behind that I was the only person on the track for 300 meters of my last lap. The pity applause didn't make me feel better.
I was one of the two high jumpers on our team and I could pretty regularly clear 6' without much trouble. Well there was a three or four meet stretch there where I didn't clear opening height (5'4"). One of those meets was the only meet my dad came to that year.
Before the state changed the rules, an individual could qualify their team in an event and not participate in it at the state meet. Some of my teammates qualified a 4x800 team and the coach used them elsewhere so he just put 4 people in there to run it. I was the anchor leg but by the time I got the stick I was so far behind that I was the only person on the track for 300 meters of my last lap. The pity applause didn't make me feel better.
In varsity football tryouts, I (the center) snapped the ball to the line coach and broke his middle finger on his right hand
I won multiple trophies in baton....as a boy. (So is that a different thread? "Most embarassing athletic success"?
And also in tumbling.... I remember doing a summersault. Then about 5 minutes later after everyone had been pointing and laughing I realized I had split my shorts all the way down the seam.
Well in football I can remember playing corner my senior year. We had a 4 or 5 point lead and they had about 80 yards to go. I slipped on a cut on a ball that would have been easily knocked down or intercepted..and I mean easy. Guy catches it and gets to the 2 or 3 yard line before our safety catches him. We lost. I felt like crap. Tweaked the ankle but had to go back in on the goal line. I wasn't very big (130lbs) but was ready to destroy somebody after that...but never got the chance. Scored on the other side. That one stings the worst. Losing or making a mistake in an individual sport is one thing but letting your teammates down is way worse IMHO
And also in tumbling.... I remember doing a summersault. Then about 5 minutes later after everyone had been pointing and laughing I realized I had split my shorts all the way down the seam.
Well in football I can remember playing corner my senior year. We had a 4 or 5 point lead and they had about 80 yards to go. I slipped on a cut on a ball that would have been easily knocked down or intercepted..and I mean easy. Guy catches it and gets to the 2 or 3 yard line before our safety catches him. We lost. I felt like crap. Tweaked the ankle but had to go back in on the goal line. I wasn't very big (130lbs) but was ready to destroy somebody after that...but never got the chance. Scored on the other side. That one stings the worst. Losing or making a mistake in an individual sport is one thing but letting your teammates down is way worse IMHO
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As a son of a basketball coach...he put me as the post player (go figure) in 7th grade, so I was the trailer (throw the ball in to the point guard, get the 1st pass to set up the offense) after an opponent made baskets.
I went 0-18 behind the 3 point line...0-18 all in the 1st half! My dad said "son if you dare shoot the ball again I won't ever let you off the bench, ever", so even on easy putbacks, I kicked the ball out.
I of course watched the tape with my dad...laughing our ***** off to this day (not funny then). My grandma would be yelling in the stands you can't score if you don't shoot...oh man, Ill never let that down.
0-18 from way down town, before half, wow, seriously 5 misses were maybe just a foot over the half court line. Thanks for pouring salt on a wound, I didn't think I'd ever get to share until my boys get to play b-ball or grandpa gets to tell them/show them the 1st half game tape before me.
I went 0-18 behind the 3 point line...0-18 all in the 1st half! My dad said "son if you dare shoot the ball again I won't ever let you off the bench, ever", so even on easy putbacks, I kicked the ball out.
I of course watched the tape with my dad...laughing our ***** off to this day (not funny then). My grandma would be yelling in the stands you can't score if you don't shoot...oh man, Ill never let that down.
0-18 from way down town, before half, wow, seriously 5 misses were maybe just a foot over the half court line. Thanks for pouring salt on a wound, I didn't think I'd ever get to share until my boys get to play b-ball or grandpa gets to tell them/show them the 1st half game tape before me.
brutal. i always wondered if I got picked to shoot the free throw at a mens BB game, think kansas, if I'd come close/make it or complete airball.
On the second to last hole of the Intramural 4-Man Best Ball tournament at my undergrad my buddy puts a drive right down the middle of the fairway, so of course my teammates encourage me to swing as hard as a possibly can. I take this titanic swing at the ball, push it a mile left, it hooks another 2 miles left and hits a guys Lexus as he is pulling into his driveway. So the guy whose car I hit calls the golf course, who calls the Intramural director, who finds out it was me that hit the car and long story short I paid the guy ninety bucks.
10th grade traveling "B" team basketball --- didn't start, but coach put the bench guys in to start the second half of a game where our starters were playing awful against a pretty poor team. I was the point guard and the first two trips down court to start the half were brutal. #1 -I had the ball stolen for a layup as I crossed half-court, and #2 - I literally tripped over the half-court line and fell flat on my face, lost the ball resulting in another layup for the opponent. I never saw the court again that game.
In H.S. we had a shoot 5-for-5 at the halftime of our games to win $250. I didn't play my senior year and my ticket was drawn to do the 5-for-5. The shots were (in-order) layup, 5-ft jumper, free-throw, 3-pointer, half-court. Of course, I BOTCH the layup to start, then rim-out the short jumper. You can imagine the crowd sound after those two. However I drain the next three to win a free large pizza from the hometown joint.
I was called for "illegal man downfield" - my only penalty of the year on the same play where by best friend caught 1 of only 2 varsity catches he would make in his hs career.
14 years ago and its still a sore subject.
14 years ago and its still a sore subject.
My junior year of baseball I partially tore something in my shoulder...when I came back I was completely Wild Thing reincarnated. I was impossible to hit because they never knew if it was going to be in the zone or in their ear. Anyway, in a regular season tournament at Wilton I was particularly wild and had a horrible inning. I ended up hitting the same kid twice in that inning. He actually took a step toward me thinking I did it on purpose, and our 1st team all-state D-End on first base had to step in.
Runner up- in co-ed IM basketball at ISU, I had just started dating the girl that is now my wife about a week earlier. She was on my IM team, and this dude got up in my face after he was called for a foul on me. He wouldn't walk away, and I still had the ball, so I passed it off his head. Obviously this incited him, the refs came flying in and forfeited both teams out of the tournament. I was concerned immediately that I had screwed up a good thing with this girl, but apparently she had a thing for a bad boy cause it turned out alright :wink:
Runner up- in co-ed IM basketball at ISU, I had just started dating the girl that is now my wife about a week earlier. She was on my IM team, and this dude got up in my face after he was called for a foul on me. He wouldn't walk away, and I still had the ball, so I passed it off his head. Obviously this incited him, the refs came flying in and forfeited both teams out of the tournament. I was concerned immediately that I had screwed up a good thing with this girl, but apparently she had a thing for a bad boy cause it turned out alright :wink:
My buddy and I coached a 7th grade AAU team and we about got in a fight with a coach from Ankeny after a game... that was pretty embarassing.
In sophomore PE class, we went outdoors, where the teacher, also the football coach, paired us up had us running 100-yard sprints, I guess to see if any of us was fast enough to recruit onto the team. My friend, who was about 5 by 5 (short and fat) and I, neither one of us the fastest guy in the world, were paired up and made a pact to dog the whole 100 yards. I was about 6-0, 230 at that point in my life.
So we get down in our stances and I'm just concentrating on not falling over, and the gun sounds, I leisurely rise up out of the stance and start jogging, when out of the corner of my eye, I see my friend giving it everything he has.
By the time this registers in my brain and I decide I need to run faster, he's 30 yards ahead of me. I give it a try for about 30 yards, before I decide it's a lost cause and slow down again, but then he gets 40 yards ahead.
I decide then that I need to run faster in order not to lose to the slowest guy in the world by even more than I already am. I manage to lose by about 30 yards in front of the whole class, including football players.
And to them it looked like I was actually trying to run my fastest because I sped up about halfway through the race and was really trying to cut into his lead, when in reality, I dogged it for at least half the race. Really embarrassing.
I got back at him later in high school though, when were playing football in PE. We were both linemen and were lined up across from each other. He was on offense and i was on defense and on successive plays, I knocked him flat on his rear. I just got my shoulders under his and used my legs to push and over he went, twice in a row. He lined up on the other side after that.
So we get down in our stances and I'm just concentrating on not falling over, and the gun sounds, I leisurely rise up out of the stance and start jogging, when out of the corner of my eye, I see my friend giving it everything he has.
By the time this registers in my brain and I decide I need to run faster, he's 30 yards ahead of me. I give it a try for about 30 yards, before I decide it's a lost cause and slow down again, but then he gets 40 yards ahead.
I decide then that I need to run faster in order not to lose to the slowest guy in the world by even more than I already am. I manage to lose by about 30 yards in front of the whole class, including football players.
And to them it looked like I was actually trying to run my fastest because I sped up about halfway through the race and was really trying to cut into his lead, when in reality, I dogged it for at least half the race. Really embarrassing.
I got back at him later in high school though, when were playing football in PE. We were both linemen and were lined up across from each other. He was on offense and i was on defense and on successive plays, I knocked him flat on his rear. I just got my shoulders under his and used my legs to push and over he went, twice in a row. He lined up on the other side after that.
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Junior year in HS I muffed a kick-off, luckily had enough time to pick it up and starting running, only to fumble it as I got tackled while the other team picked it up and ran in for a TD. Although on the ensuing kick-off, I did return it to the opposing 35.
Not me; but sophomore year our punter got called up to varsity because the varsity kicker got hurt the day of the game in PE class. Coach asked the team if anyone could punt the ball, our fullback steps up and says he can do it. So the first time we have to punt that game comes around and he punts the ball for a negative 25 yards. We still to this day never let him down about it.
Not me; but sophomore year our punter got called up to varsity because the varsity kicker got hurt the day of the game in PE class. Coach asked the team if anyone could punt the ball, our fullback steps up and says he can do it. So the first time we have to punt that game comes around and he punts the ball for a negative 25 yards. We still to this day never let him down about it.
I was practicing at home when I was playing pee-wee and I knocked out my dog when swinging a bat around. My parents were P****D because they just told to put the bat down. They took me off the team cause I was always screwing around. Coach told the team I killed my dog and I was forever known as the kid who got kicked off for killing his dog.
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.
The first (and only) time I ever played broomball: my dorm floor had a team and I figured I'd try it out. I was on the ice no more than maybe 10 minutes. I slipped -- feet forward, head backward -- and landed hard on my left elbow, snapping my humerus in half.
At the time I was taking a piano class for my music minor, and the rest of the semester it was very easy since I only had to play the right-hand half of the music.
At the time I was taking a piano class for my music minor, and the rest of the semester it was very easy since I only had to play the right-hand half of the music.
