Date: Mon Mar 24 11:38:31 2008
Sender: AJ Perko
4 in my head.
1) My Senior year wrestling in one of PA's toughest weight classes 160. It was
regionals. I had already lost a match early in the morning I should have won,
because I wrestled like an idiot and hated early morning matches. Had I won
that- I would have been in the Finals and off to States.
Instead, I had to battle through the brutal 3 match wrestlebacks, to get to
the semi's.- and made it to the loser goes home match. Pretty grueling, and
some good matches I remember. Well earned.
I was wrestling some tall skinny kid who had real good defense, but no real
offense. I was in incredible shape, even for a wrestler. I could do over 100
situps in a minute, and run 3 miles like I was walking across the street.
Toward the end of regulation it was 2-2, but my opponent was starting to get
really tired. I had rode top position the whole 3rd period, and was content
going into OT, because I felt great and knew he was winded.
With very little time left he screwed up on an attempted stand and when I
whipped him down he gave me an opening. I spun and went for back points, he
got to his stomach but I retained control. The Refs blew the whistle. They
called a locking hands penalty, awarded him 1 point.
It was 3-2 with 7 seconds left. He flattened and burn't the clock.
In 100 matches I had never even seen a locking hands call, or even thought
about it. The refs were like "hurry up guys, we have finals coming. I sort of
think they just "made it up". The 20th anniversary of that call will be next
year. Yes I am still bitter.
2) Little League Championship. I'm 10 years old, on first base, were down by
one in the 6th. Our best hitter rips a ball to the fence. I'm thinking to
myself (instead of just running), if I just skim my foot on 2nd base I won't
lose any speed and I'll definately score. Instead I tripped over 2nd, stumbled
to the ground, my helmet flew off and I crawled into 3rd..... instead of
scoring. Next guy struck out- game over.
3)oh yeah- one more, I'm 7 years old. Cub Scout boat races, I'm undefeated.
and they say 1st place to someone else. I hadn't lost, and the guy said I was
3rd. My parents weren't there to stick up for me so I just took 3rd place. It
was a clerical error and being 7 I didn't stand up for myself. Nowdays, I am
the first to speak up loud and strong for injustice. I think it goes back to
that.
4) December this year. We are playing for the Florida Cup in Rugby vs Tampa.
Not really a big deal, but I'm old so everything matters now days. Were down
by 3 or 4 with about 1 minute left, I get the pass, I'm 5 meters out and this
guy makes a spearing tackle. I almost never get tackled 1 on 1., but I go
down.
I'm only 3 meters from scoring. I release the ball, stand up, and scoop it,
to score. I've been playing Rugby for 18 years, I knew I was going to do this
before I even hit the ground. The ref called not releasing... Totally wrong
call. I go balistic, almost got suspended- we lose a few seconds later.
That was my last game, I found out I had the blood clot. Might never be able
to play again.
I don't want to go out like that.
Date: Mon Mar 24 12:57:30 2008
Sender: Jamie Davise
1. Senior year of high school football--we're rated #1 in the state in our
division, and undefeated. We lose to the eventual state champs by a score of
30-14, as they rattle off 22 unanswered points in a span ranging from about 5
minutes left in the 3rd quarter through 5 minutes into the 4th quarter. I was a
senior captain on a team that was expected to win it all from the very
beginning of the season.
2. Little League Baseball, I think I was about 12 years old. Championship game
at the end of the season. We're trailing by one run, guys on 2nd and 3rd, one
out, bottom of the final inning. I'm the #3 hitter in our lineup. I strikeout.
The #4 hitter (who I was major rivals with, and didn't get along with at all)
steps up and wins the game. I should have been happy that my team won, but I
was a selfish little spoiled 12-year old, and was upset that I didn't win the
game, and the guy I hated most stepped up and did win it. Very humbling.
3. The moment in college that I knew my football career was over (I had torn my
ACL the season before, tried to make a comeback, but to no avail). Final game
of the year, mop up duty. I played running back. Got a couple carries. I
remember the feeling after that final carry, that I would never play organized
sports again in my entire life (I knew that was my final season). I was sad,
but I did embrace the sentimentality of the moment.
Those are the three right off the top of my head. I have more, but those were
the toughest.
Date: Mon Mar 24 14:54:29 2008
Sender: Chris Oaks
I still think about these sometimes, so I don't know if this will be
therapeutic or just torturous, but here we go ...
1. Sophomore year, junior varsity baseball road game: Late innings, I step up
to the plate, we're down a run with runners on base. Pitch comes in, I sting a
grounder right through the pitcher's legs and into center field. Runners score,
we take the lead. Bottom of that same inning, I'm at shortstop, runners on
base. Fieldable grounder hit right at me, I don't get my glove on the ground (a
la Bill Buckner), runners score, we lose. I win and lose the game in the same
inning. Argh.
2. Also sophomore year, junior varsity baseball road game: I'm at the plate,
hit a grounder to the shortstop. Since that's normally an easy out, I put my
head down and try running as hard as I can. But since i am looking down more
than I'm looking forward, I lose my balance, stumble forward and hit the ground
well short of the base. I was told later it looked like I was trying to head
slide from halfway down the base path. I remember smacking the dirt with my
hand in anger as I got up ... but still making it to first base safe because
the shortstop bobbled the grounder badly. Humiliating.
3. Eighth-grade basketball road game: I didn't play in 7th grade, so early on I
played a lot on the 7th grade team. One particular time we were going back down
the court after a score, and I was going to my position in the post. Either I
tripped over my own feet or one of my teammates' feet as I was running by and I
completely hit the deck right there on the court. Of course, all of my
eighth-grade cronies were up there in the stands watching, dying of laughter.
So I did the only thing I could think to do, which was turn towards them and
put my arms up in a "Ta-Daa!!" kind of pose. *Sigh* ...
I suppose i should be happy all of these things happened at road games, but
when you're in those rough teen years where you're always trying to find
confidence in who you are and what you can do, it's just mortifying.
Date: Mon Mar 24 14:54:58 2008
Sender: AJ Perko
Little League is indeed a character builder. Few sports harder than baseball.
It's not like football where when you screw up you can go Waterboy and level
someone....... you have to stew and think about it forever.
Date: Mon Mar 24 15:04:20 2008
Sender: Kyle Mayhugh Too
I don't remember the level of little league, but it was the lowest where you
start facing live pitching.
My parents had been complaining to the coach all year about playing time. They
weren't over-the-top complainers, but they made sure the coach was aware that
they felt that this was too young a level to be this competitive.
There were 12 kids on the team, and he ranked them 1 through 12 order of
batting average, then used that to fill out his lineup. No. 1 pitched and
batted first, No. 2 caught and batted 2nd, ect. 10 through 12 played the
league-mandated one inning, usually timed to minimize the chance of them
batting.
Early in the season, hitless on the year and thus last on the depth chart, I
sat on the bench while my team faced a befuddling pitcher who actually threw
nothing but strikes (rare for this level), but he lobbed them so slowly it was
messing up our hitters and they couldn't hit him. Having been bailing out from
fastballs that looked like they were coming at my head all season, only to see
them bounce in the dirt in the opposite batters box, I saw this as an
opportunity. This guy threw *my* speed. I begged the coach to let me hit
against him, but my inning came and went with me never batting.
Fast-forward to the playoffs, the semifinals. I am still 0-for-the-season
(though I did have one start under my belt from when only nine showed up). We
face the same kid again.
I beg and I beg and I beg to be pinch-hit. Finally, I get my chance. We are
trailing 5-1, two runners on, early in the game. I line the second pitch
solidly over first base down the right-field line, a clean double. The first
and only time I ever hit a ball that reached the outfield in competitive
baseball.
Two runs score, I'm standing on second, mentally calculating my new batting
average (something in the .040s), and my father's voice yells out as loud as he
could from the stands..."Wasn't that KYLE MAYHUGH?!?!?!?"
We went on to lose 5-3, and I was so embarassed I faked sick to avoid the
post-season party.
Date: Mon Mar 24 16:48:20 2008
Sender: Henry Morgan
Little League. Right-handed sidearmer. Ball. Side of head. Clunk. Ouch.
First time I'd ever seen a sidearmer. Had no frickin clue where the heck to go
to try to get out of the way.
Date: Mon Mar 24 16:57:14 2008
Sender: Bill Edwards
LMAO...that's hilarious Henry
Date: Mon Mar 24 16:58:58 2008
Sender: Henry Morgan
Kid threw hard too...one of the biggest 12 year olds I've ever personally seen.
Date: Mon Mar 24 20:35:19 2008
Sender: Morris Cohen
There's some chance he wasn't really 12.....
Date: Mon Mar 24 21:12:15 2008
Sender: Laurent Boudias
My worst sport moment...
End of a basketball game, championship game, my team is losing by one, 5
seconds left on the clock.
A player of my team is driving down the court, the defense prevents him to go
straight to the hoop, he's on the side of the court and launches a shot behind
the line.
The ball goes up in the air, everyone is looking at one thing only. The ball is
going up, reaches the peak of the trajectory and starts going down, noone moves
on the court, me neither... it's crazy.
Suddenly? a power outage... the screen of my tv is black, no more image, I
start screaming. I throw the remote against the wall, I grab the popcorn and
throw it in the air, it's snowing popcorn, I try to finish my beer but half of
it is on my tshirt and my couch. That's dramatic, I don't know whether the shot
went in or not.
Aaaaarghh! My worst sport moment ever!
Date: Mon Mar 24 21:15:32 2008
Sender: Alex Whiteman
1. Little League
Bases loaded, two outs, bottom of the seventh, we're up one. I'm playing first
base. Anyhow, the kid at bat hits a huge infield fly ball to the middle
infield which by all rights should have wrapped up the game...except both the
2nd baseman and shortstop both go for the ball, collide and the other team
scores the winning run. I won team MVP but to this day am still sickened by
that infield fly ball.
2.Hockey Finals
I was pretty young, maybe 11 or so. It's the last game of the playoffs and our
team had done amazingly well to get so far, one of those teams that just seems
to do well in the playoffs. Anyhow, the game is tied 0-0 in the 3rd period,
probably five minutes left. The other team dumps the puck in from center ice on
our goalie who promptly lets it slide through his legs. He thought he had his
stick on the ice, but it was on his stakes. God that was a sick way to lose a
game. 1-0 on a shot from center.
Nothing bad that happened to me personally, but as a teammate, we lost some
pretty awful games.
Date: Mon Mar 24 21:23:14 2008
Sender: Jeff Luddingsmash
Paperweight hockey. Forgot my skates, but they let me play goalie with boots
on. Game tied 2-2 with about 2 minutes left. Other team shoots the puck from
center towards my net. Puck is sliding about 2 mph... crawling... it appears to
be going wide.
Like all good paperweight goalies i lay flat on the ice (cause nobody can raise
the puck at that age). I stretch out as much as possible with my stick laid
flat on the ice. Puck continues it's crawl just north of the net.
Puck hit my stick. Slides down the blade and straight up the shaft. Suddenly
it's heading right for the net, which is bad cause it slipped under my armpit,
past me, and into the net.
We lose 3-2. That was the last time I played net.
Date: Mon Mar 24 22:08:06 2008
Sender: Morris Cohen
I was in high school. The drama was so intense, you could feel the tension in
the air like jelly. A lesser man might have cried, but there I was. A
hard-fought back and forth battle left the score at 28-27, I find my squad with
a 1-point deficit. There was no doubt about it -- this was one of the greatest
paper football battles in history.
With just moments left before the bell rung signaling the end of history class,
I knew I needed a score. Once that bell rung, Dr. Chase would have surely
noticed the game and rung us both up with losing points on our final exams. My
opponent, going for the kill, took an aggressive push, the paper football
edging closer, closer, closer, and suddenly.....plop, it teeters over the edge
and falls.
Lining up for a field goal to win the game, my fingers felt as supple as a a
rubber band. A couple practice flicks....and let there be no doubt....this is
the stuff champions are made of. My opponent uses his last timeout to ice my
finger, but I've waited my whole life for this pressure situation.
The finger goalposts were up, it's showtime. Fingers cocked, here it comes,
about to flick it, feeling good.....BEEEEEEEEEEEEEPPPP!!!!!!!!!!! the bell
rings, class is over. Final score, 28-27.
I just sat there dumbfounded for hours, pondering why that bell had rung. Why
didn't I just flick it two seconds earlier? Clock management, we all know this
can win or lose games, and on that day, I learned the hard way.
I let my team down that day, and I'll never forgive myself. My fingers played
their guts out, all for nothing! I wake up every night sweating, thinking
about how those fingers never got to see the glory of putting that triangular
wad of paper through the uprights at the end. My whole life is a nightmare
now.
That was the worst sports moment in history. Someday, if I'm lucky enough, I
can only pray that I have the chance to redeem myself.
Date: Mon Mar 24 22:14:21 2008
Sender: Henry Morgan
Classic.
Oh, and well aware the kid may not have been 12. He may in fact have been 22.
Date: Mon Mar 24 22:16:29 2008
Sender: AJ Perko
I could do a worst DEL moments thread.
Date: Mon Mar 24 22:28:30 2008
Sender: Dennis Berg
Two from little league.
We had a weakling team with only our catcher having the power to hit one out,
which he never did. It was a late inning, we were behind by 2 with runners at
first and second, one out. Bottom of the order up, that would be me (.049
lifetime, Yes!!!). I'm behind 2-2 and the pitcher throws one low on the
outside of the plate. For the first and only time in my life, I connect. As I
headed for first, I knew it was deep and well beyond the outfielders, who were
playing in since this lanky centerfielder had never hit more than an occasional
texas leaguer. All I could think of was to try to stretch it into a triple. I
ran wide and as I rounded first base, I collided with my teammate. He had been
standing just a few feet off first. We both fell. I looked up and watched as
the ball hit about six inches below the top of the wall in left center. I got
up and ran for second. Half way there I realized that my teammate wasn't ahead
of me. I looked back and he was just struggling to his feet. He took off for
second, and I ran back for first. He made a head first slide to barely beat
the throw for the force at second. The next inning, I sat next to him, to find
out why he was just standing there. He said, he was watching my awesome homer.
Don't even know if we won that game. Most likely not that year.
Ok, so I was bad at the plate. In the field I was good. Defensive player of
the year every year. I just had this ability to dive for balls and I couldn't
figure out why other people couldn't do it. My glove was a magnet. I played
center, but spent most of my time backing up the other two outfielders. So my
last year in little league, my team actually had a chance to win it all. Our
league had a policy that all players had to play half the game. So in the 4th
inning he put the little guy, a kid that couldn't catch a cold, in left field.
Our pitcher that year threw a mean fast ball, and if the other team could
connect, it would be late and hit to right. So the coach walked past me as I
headed to the field and told me to favor left and not to let anything fall in.
So the next inning, of course a ball is hit high into left. I take off running
for it. Meanwhile the little guy has it covered and is standing right below
it. As the ass I was, I ignored him, ran right to the ball, put my mitt above
his and caught the ball. I threw the ball in and headed back to center and he
said, 'you might be good, but there are 9 guys on this field'. I still feel
bad about that play to this day, and that was 33 years ago.
Date: Mon Mar 24 22:43:05 2008
Sender: Dusty Reed
Little League-
I had my best season ever, I played for the Cubs and I was getting on base near
75%, I believe my record pitching that year was 6-1, Our team record was 10-6
going into the playoffs. We could only pitch for three innings and as you can
tell there was not much depth to our pitching rotation. We were in the second
round game aganist the Tornado's, I still can't figure that one out, We had
half major league teams and half weird teams. Anyways, I started the game off,
I pitched the three innings of my life, I still relive this in my dreams. I was
spot pitching and changing speeds very well, I still remember striking out the
side two straight innings and also sitting down Bret Stiener (Who was the BA of
3B). I have never felt so much joy from someone cursing and throwing his
helmet, His mom actually yelled at him after he had his outburst something me
and him laughed at during high school ball. However following my three innings,
we ended up giving up 5 runs in the last inning and lost to the future Champs
of 3B. Sucky days.
Date: Tue Mar 25 09:31:21 2008
Sender: AJ Perko
Little League sure was brutal..
I too was a lousy hitter in LL. I remember I finally ripped a double down the
3B line, one of my few solid hits. When I looked back the catcher was writhing
in pain. I threw the bat into him after I hit the ball. I was of course
called out.
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I was a 4 year starter in College Rugby. My Senior year I knew I was headed
for the Navy so I decided to just "get fat". I know it sounds dumb now, but at
22 it was pretty cool. Lots of drinking and eating bad. I was playing
fullback, a rugby position that requires a bit of running and speed. Toward the
end of the season I was struggling to move around the field.
The very last game of my college rugby career my coach benched me. It wasn't
a playoff, we were a .500 team. I got in with about 20 minutes left at a "Fat
guy" position and played well.
I'll never forget that either, I was quite sad.
Date: Tue Mar 25 12:07:00 2008
Sender: Joshua MacOscar
I was playing safety in this now-defunct sub-AF2 (which is sub Arena League)
feeder league. One of those leagues where the commissioner owns half the teams
in the league and has three gallons of slick-back in his hair. We were playing
the best team in the league for the division lead. We had one "superstar" RB
that played in NFL Europe, a Pac-10 backup that played on our line, our our QB
was a pretty good DIII player, and our middle linebacker was a former JUCO
All-American, but he was also a drunk. I am fairly certain that he had 40s in
his bag on the sidelines. I would have checked but I think that he carried a
gun to the huddle.
Anyway, compared to us, the other team was loaded. They had a dozen guys that
either started in I-AA or lower, and another half a dozen guys that rode the
bench in D1. One of them was a workout monster that stood about 6-4, weighed
260-270, and had 4.7-4.8 speed. I was the lead blocker on kickoff returns, and
he was a gunner, so I was tasked with taking him out. I had wimped out of the
game after I got hurt my freshman year but was feeling a bit of an early-20s
resurgence. I started playing the "what if" game. You can say that I was a bit
arrogant. I was ready to knock him on his tail.
On the opening kickoff, I got my chance. He flew past the wedge and had a
bearing on our returner. I quickly got up to top speed and hit him at about the
25 yard line. I woke up on the 22 yard line. He shed my block, tossed me aside,
and made a one-handed clothesline tackle on our returner. I heard that it was
quite the play. As I staggered to the sideline, one of our assistants ran out
to help me off.
I asked him, "Did I slow him down at all?"
He answered, "No, not one bit. I have never seen anything like it. It was like
throwing a nerf ball at a bulldozer."
In one way, it was a great moment, because it showed me just how not-talented I
really was. If I ever see that truck, I will thank him for showing me that I
was no more than a scrub.
Date: Tue Mar 25 12:13:02 2008
Sender: Chris Oaks
After college, I was friends with a guy in my apartment complex, and we'd play
a little 1-on-1 basketball occasionally. Neither one of us was in our best
shape, but he was better than I was and won most of the games we played.
This one particular game of 21 (where you're playing to 21, natch), i started
out on fire. Before he knew it, I was up 19-0. I had several chances to shut
him out, but couldn't hit my shots. Finally, he stopped missing his and came
racing back. I lost 21-19. I think after that he decided I wasn't enough of a
challenge, because that was the last game we played against each other.
Date: Tue Mar 25 12:17:57 2008
Sender: Joshua MacOscar
2. This one makes me sound like an even bigger chick and maybe even a hippie.
It was the last regular season game of my senior year of high school. We were
ranked #3 in 5A, our two losses coming to the #2 team that was nationally
ranked like 8th in the west, and the #5 team that whipped us in week 1 (looking
back, why were we ranked ahead of them?). Our opponent was possibly the worst
team in the classification. They would probably have lost to most 3A and 4A
teams in the state. They lost 63-0 to a team that we beat 35-0. When we lost to
the aforementioned #2 team in week 7, as we got on the bus our coach said,
"Well, we are going to be on the road for the playoffs." Saying that with two
games left in the regular season was a good example of how bad our last two
opponents were. Our scout team ran our probable playoff teams plays in practice
instead of our week 10 opponents. We had outscored our opponents 136-7 at home
up to that game. The high school columnist guy in the main paper wrote an
article wondering if they'd get a first down on us.
No, we didn't lose. We scored on 5 of our first 8 plays. All were either FB
runs or QB sneaks. (Our coach was a very classy guy. He benched out punt
returner for not calling for a fair catch when we were up 28-0).
The "worst" moment was when we went out to the coin toss. I remember the look
in the eyes of their captains. They were beaten down and had no joy. They
didn't want to be there. Being 0-9 and outscored by 40 points a game has to be
tough. To their credit, they didn't quit. It gave me some perspective. A whole
"winning versus competing" thing that I think has made me a better person. Or
more of a chick.
Date: Tue Mar 25 12:25:33 2008
Sender: Joshua MacOscar
#C.
Little league. 9 years old I think. It was the second year of fast pitch. We
were up by a run on the first place team in the playoffs. We had one superstar
on our team (not me) and a bunch of yahoos (of which I was one). I was really
fast though and a good fielder at 2nd base. In the 5th inning (whatever the
last one is), they had runners on 1st and 2nd with 2 outs. They popped one up
to just behind second base. I ran over and called for it. I was there dangit.
At the last moment I was knocked over by our superstar that had run over from
SS or 3rd to catch it. The ball fell out of my glove and as we wrestled on the
ground both runner scored.
He gets 1/2 the blame for this one, so Brian McSomething, if you are part of
DEL, you suck just as bad as me, even though your batting average was like .800
points higher that season.
Date: Tue Mar 25 13:24:44 2008
Sender: Kendell R Jillson
1. 5th grade, rec league soccer playoffs. I was normally a pretty good
defenseman, but in our semifinal game, my back tightened up. (it was early
november, and bone-chillingly cold in Massachusetts, part of the problem). But
I hated not playing, so I 'toughed' it out. I could barely move, but gutted it
out through most of the first half. But right near the end of the half, we let
in a goal (I don't remember the details, just remember feeling hopeless to help
stop it). I took myself out at the half, and spent the rest of the game in my
friend's dad's truck. We ended up losing either 2-1 or 2-0, with their second
goal coming after the refs missed a blatant offsides in the 2nd half.
2. My worst moment, i think though, was the moment I decided to give up little
league baseball after 6th grade to focus more on video games and building up my
ever growing waistline. The sad thing was, even as I was the fat kid on most
of my teams, I was generally one of the best players. (in part because as the
fat kid, I was generally stuck in lesser leagues, since coaches were typically
more enamored with either their own sons or kids in shape, even if they
couldn't hit/field like i could). Although, I guess you could say I went out
on top, leading the team in batting (something close to .500 IIRC) and we won
the championship. Fellow DEL'er and longtime friend Keith Copeland was also on
the team (and incidentally enough, he was also on the soccer team from above, i
think the only two rec league teams we were on together). Go Dodgers
(Sponsored by Jiffy Lube)!
Date: Tue Apr 1 01:32:24 2008
Sender: Anthony Young
here's mine
2.i may have been 5-6 years old. i get signed up for Tee-ball. 1st game, i'm
finally up, i pick up a bat and the ump puts the ball on the Tee, bat feels
kinda heavy, i wanta knock this thing outa the park..... i get ready, set my
feet, and swing and miss. Strike ONE. embarrased, i quickly set up for another
swing and with all my might, like Casey at the plate. i lose control of the bat
and hit the base of the T-stand,(back then it counted for 2 strikes),Strike OUT
in about 5 seconds. I slink back to the dugout, Coach had his back turned as he
was talking to another player, he doesnt notice what just happend. there's
complete silence by everyone,players, coach, ump, parents. no shouts of
"getem next time,or good effor!!!.." i think everyone was just stunned at how a
kid can strike out in t-ball..... it was the silence that really got me.
i think i spent the rest of the season feeling humiliated in the outfield with
the other "losers" playing with GI Joe's, waiting mercifully for the season to
end cos our parents wouldnt let us quit..
1. HighSchool. Jr. year, our rugby team basically thrashed everyone year after
year in our province (BC), probably the best province in Canada. we went like
34-0 in the 3 years i had played. We blew teams out by 40-50 points by half
time and had maybe 4 tries (equivalne of a TD) against us ever. We go on tour
overseas at the end of our season and get ready for our first game. We're set
to play the 2nd string team of a mid-level high school, they went to grade 13
there so their first team had 18-19y/o's and had a league game the next day. It
was just the beginning of their season. Their whole school shows up and their
parents. Probably 2000 people show up. the most we've ever played in front of.
we're acting cool in our new uni's, talking up the girls we'll see at the
after-party. We thought we'd roll over'em given that they were the 2nd string
of an average team in their league. 40 mins later we're down like 42-6 at half
time. their coach comes over and tells us that they're putting in their
Under-17 team as a mercy move. Talk about a slap in the face, a bunch of grade
10 kids? Well,jokes on us, it took every once of effort to barely beat them in
the 2nd half... Damn Aussies.
how bout the Best moment.
1) i'm 6 years old, our soccer team finishes 2nd in the league. We get to play
at halftime in front of 55K cheering fans at a BC Lions game. We spent the
whole pre-game just screaming and chanting at the top of our lungs. Merv
Fernandez even gave us a a real cool, nod of acknowledgment. Awesome, just
awesome. i bet that's all i talked about for the rest of the year.
Date: Tue Apr 1 05:44:55 2008
Sender: Just Oz
Okay, I'll play.
1) Little league championship, I'm 11 years old. I was a scrawny, do
everything right hustle kid. 2 outs and we're up by five. Grounder to me at
2nd base with the bases loaded. I overthink and throw the ball over the first
basemen's head.
Pitcher walks the next five batters and we lose.
2) A couple of years ago, playing a rec league where our team is hopelessly
overmatched every game. I'm wearing prescription goggles which already make me
look goofy. I'm looking over at the bench wondering who should rotate onto the
court next when my best friend hits me in the face with a pass and half tears
my goggles off. I "recover" enough to get my hands on the ball, turn and shoot
and it airballs.
Here's the kicker story about the league. We're playing "C" league and our
biggest guy is this 17 year old 6' 165 kid. This really good team that had
already beat us earlier in the year tells us their best player is going to be
there that night. In walks, Andrew Lang who had started for the Atlanta Hawks
three seasons earlier and we're like, "you're kidding, right?" From the NBA to
a C-league in three seasons. Needless to say he pretty much dominated.
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