Conference 7.286::sports_90

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    luneytoon
    

>It kind of got me to thinking about the different
>ways different sports celebrate scoring, and how you, in your own
>efforts celebrate.
    
    Saw, I usually light up.  Schleppin', Steve

You guys are bad.  You all have dirty minds, and I hope the
Church Lady (that's Chuuurch Ladee for you Loonytoon) has you
on Church Chat, and that she whacks your fanny like she did to
Rob Lowe.


Now is the time on Sprockets where we Lambada!

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    luneetoone
    

Amen, Rev Jeff....

    'saw,
    
    Is it my imagination, or did SportsNoters ignore your question??
    
    PJ
    
    
    PS  Spontaneous celebration is always appreciated.  The most memorable
        for me was:      "Do you believe in miracles??.....YES!!"
                         

    Hey Jeff...I don't think anyone even reads those notes. Even the first
    one wasn't funny.
    
    JoJ

    Different sports and situations warrent different reactions.
    
    When I play 1-on-1 to 3-on-3 basketball, I usually get the final
    shot.  The one that wins the game.  Almost every single time, I
    take the shot from about 20 feet and while the ball is in the air
    I put my fore finger in the air and walk off the court because I
    know it will go in.
    
    In football, if I score the touchdown, I jump into the air and,
    while in the air, I put the ball through my legs into my other hand
    and spike it over my shoulder.
    
    However, I will never forget my goal in soccer.  I was playing on
    the 5th and 6th grade team.  Our team was extremely good and well
    versed in how to play the game.  In fact, we finished with 2 defeats
    in two years, both to the same team in the same tournement (double
    elimination)
    
    During the 11 game season, I obtained 17 assists at the center halfback
    position.  I was the only player who never played the front line,
    because I could run long distances better than anyone else, but
    wasn't very fast.  During the tenth game (at this point everyone
    else on the team had a goal), I finally got my chance.  A fluke
    play resulted in myself and a teammate in a breakaway.  I recieved
    the pass at the top of the box and unloaded.  I was aiming at the
    corner, but missed my destination by about four feet.  Lucky for
    me, my miss hit the pole and bounced into the net.  Everyone swarmed
    together and congradulated me, because that meant everyone on the
    team had scored a goal.
    
    The Wizard

    In most sports I always act like any good event or even victory is no
    big deal, especially if the opponents will be seen again at a later
    time.  I look at it this way: in the midst of a competition, if you
    make a great play(whatever) and don't let overly much excitement show,
    it will seem like you expect to operate at that level of competition. 
    This can get pretty discouraging to the opposition and they can start
    playing head games with themselves.  If you celebrate overly much, this
    can be a point of motivation for the other team to come back or shoot
    for you that much more in the next meeting.  I sometimes am an overly
    nice winner; I'm even nice to the opponent even though I may hate
    them or just kicked a rival's butt. I'd do this just because I
    know that if I celebrate too much in front of them, it will help them
    push that much harder for us in the next meeting.  If it's the final event
     vs the opponent or a championship game*(etc.) then I'd be a lot more open
    with the celebration.  Otherwise I'd wait until later to enjoy the
    moment.  In crew, the winning crew gets the opponents' racing shirts.
    Whenever my crew wins, I make sure that everyone refrains from saying ,
    or doing anything that is at all like celebrating until after we're out
    of sight of the other crew.
    
    Tom
    
               

    It's kinda funny 'cuz in Football if I got a td I'd toss the ball to
    the nearest ref and high five people on the way back to the huddle.
    In baseball if I hit a homer I just trotted round the bases, if I
    scored the winning run I just ran to the dugout high fiving people.
    In wrestling after pinning someone I'd just get up and trot to the
    center and shake the guy's hand. In soccer I'd usually trot back to
    midfield with a few high fives, unless it was a big game.
    
    I once got the winner on a header while backpedeling and I rolled over
    backwards then sprang to my feet  and waited for my teammates to gather
    around. Another time I ran to the sidelines and slid on my knees. We
    had this one guy who liked to run into the net and get the ball he just
    scored and hold it up as he ran back to midfield. 

Yeah, I think the importance has a lot to do with it.

If you score the 4th goal in a 5-1 rout, then you're not gonna
carry on like you just won the WC.  But, if it's late in the
game, in a 0-0 draw, and you head one in...hell, enjoy it!

'Saw

    I used to smoke a cigarette immediately following, but since I stopped
    smoking, I just go downstairs and watch whatever's left of Hawaii 
    Five-Oh, starring Jack Lord and Zulu......  
    
    HTH.
    
    H�wk
    

    I already entered a reply, but after reading the others, I have to
    agree that my clebration would depend on the situation.  I overlooked
    a lot in my reply.  I remember being totally crazed after winning some
    really tight baseball games and basketball games where my team had
    really come together to get the big W.  I didn't mean to seem like I
    never celebrated a sweet play  or victory on the field, in my last reply.
    
    
     Tom
    

    I played a lot of sports in my younger days:  softball,  football and
    soccer mostly.  I was best at softball,  where I played semi-pro fast
    pitch.  So I had plenty of celebrations,  and I agree that they varied
    with the situation.  But my all-time favorite celebration was after
    winning a soccer tournament.  The entire team knew that this game was my
    last with the team, because I was transfering to another state.  The
    championship game ended in a 0-0 tie, which required a shoot-out.  This
    shoot-out consisted of five shots from each team and then, if needed it
    would go to sudden-death.  I was the goalie.  The shoot-out ended after
    4 shots,  since I had three saves,  while our forwards had scored each shot.
    
    The entire team ran onto the field, hoisted me to their shoulders and
    carried me off.  Everyone was yelling and screaming:  the team and our
    friends.  On the side-lines we posed for pictures:  me kneeling in
    front of the rest of the team.  After all the pictures, they poured the
    champaigne on me.
    
    Now I am 39, and have long since retired from playing highly competitive
    sports.  Just a wimp volleyball game occasionally and maybe a round of
    golf now and then.  But that memory is my favorite and will sustain me
    for the remainder of my years.

�    In baseball if I hit a homer I just trotted round the bases,
�    In wrestling after pinning someone I'd just get up and trot to the
     In soccer I'd usually trot back to

   Devildog has the trots?

   Mike JN

>>   Devildog has the trots?

Mike, did you have an especially hard toilet training?  It seems like the
majority of your notes read like this.

    
    I was clumsy and exciteable as a high school athlete.  I remember
    one football game where I caught a pass on an out and down pattern
    and ran about 60 yards for the score. 
    
    I ran straight for the crossbar and went up to stuff the ball over,
    just like I had seen Thomas Henderson of the once-mighty Cowboys
    do.  I was about 4 feet short.  One of my buddies came running up
    behind me to give me the high ten.  I ran right into him, knocking
    him to the ground.  It was about the hardest I had hit anybody all
    season.
    
    I remember another one of my teammates who ran the 110 high hurdles
    in spring track.  He was a little strange, too.  The track at our
    school was bordered by this huge field.
    
    In one meet, this guy won the hurdles race.  After everybody else
    pulled up at the finish, he just kept running off into this big
    field, off into the distance.
    
    Steve

    Scene:  Homecoming Football Game against arch rivals....
    
    We had been praticing a trick play for weeks and were waiting for
    the right time to use it.  I was the secondary receiver on the
    specialty team that would execute the play, but as our games were
    usually blow-outs (for the other team) we never got a chance to use
    it.  On this particular homecoming game, however, in front of thousands
    of cheering fans, we managed to keep the score close.  We were 16-13
    down with less than three minutes in the 4th Qtr.  
    
    We had recovered a fumble on their 35 yard line started to drive and
    eat up the clock.  Two runs off tackle got us a first down and another
    good run would but us in field goal distance.  Less than two minutes
    to go....we got into field goal distance.....I could see the coach
    pacing the sidelines.....chewing his play book.  "Page 36, page
    36, page 36...look at page 36 for chrissakes" I was trying to be
    telepathic!!  Page 36 was were he would find "Big Dipper - Blue"
    (our trick play so called because it looked like a constellation
    on the chalkboard).
    
    Then before I knew it, we were going in!! My heart was pounding..it
    was 3rd down, the clock had 54 seconds left, the crowd rose as one.
    The band stopped playing (its funny how you notice little things
    like that when you are concentrating so hard on something else).
    We lined up, I heard the snap count (almost in slow motion) and
    the ball was snapped...
    
    Its too complicated to detail the play, but as I said before I was
    only the secondary receiver...my pattern left me 3 yards from the
    goal line and that's where I waited, and waited.  The primary receiver
    was double teamed...before I knew what happened I saw the ball
    spiralling towards me. I got it square between the numbers, turned
    the lone defender and squirmed into the end zone....
    
    I went beserk!! Hands up in the air, swarmed by my teammates,
    classmates poured out of the stands, the noise was deafening.  I
    couldn't think, I didn't know where to turn, what to do,  who to
    hug or what.  I was just basking in the glory.  It was one of the
    greatest moments I can remember.  And from the game announcer, I
    heard those immortal words.....
    
    	                 
    	"....and there is a flag on the play....Offside....Offence"
    
    
    We missed the field goal and lost.  There is a Tight End that I
    haven't forgiven, and it soured any celebration I have had since.
    
    Unreal, isn't it??
    PJ

PJ --

You are surely in good company.  I remember a NY Giants season either
in the late 70s or early 80s where it seems everytime they score on
something other than a goal line plunge, we'd wait with growing impatience
for the inevitable flag.

Got to the point where we'd pass the gin bottle around once for the
score, once again if there wasn't a flag.  If there was a flag, we'd
each have to chug a beer.  Needless to say, it wasn't pretty.

That was a LONG season.
'Saw