Conference 7.286::sports_90

    When ICEMAN pounded Dr. M in 1 on 1 hoops!

    Psycho Lyons?

    How about these two:
    
    Dinz trying to take out a chain link fence with his left arm.
    
    Dinz beating me 6 straight games of HORSE on a bent rim, only to lose
    the one game we bet on....
    
    hahahahahaahahaah

    I remember back in Little League, I was sitting on the bench waiting to
    go back out on the field.  I felt some drops on my arm, and asked the
    kid next to me if it had started to rain.  He then informed me that a
    bird had just sh*t all over my arm,  and now we had to go back on the
    field.  I made my grand entrance onto the field, frantically wiping off
    my arm with my hand  --> my hand into the dirt while the guys on my
    team razzed me.  I don't remember too well but I must have been pretty
    red in the face.
    
    When I was in Farm League, and probably in a daze from an OD of
    spotshrooms I was swinging the bat in something like the double deck
    area.  Anyways, accidentally---Whammoo!!!I hit the only girl on our
    team in the arm with the bat.  Even though this was a really long time
    ago,  I vividly remember her father shooting to his feet in the stands
    and yelling something not too pleasant.  The girl was alright, lucky
    for me because she was probably both the best & the toughest player on
    our team.  This is just a minor example of how bad things get when my
    luck goes bad;  as I got older, my blunders got bigger.
    
    
    'fess up Sports noters.
    
    Tom

    My greatest moment occured while playing mighty-might baseball.  I hit
    an inside the park homerun, the mighty-might way -- you know where you
    zip around the basepaths while the other team proceeds to make 10
    zillion errors and everyone is cheering you on like this all has
    something to do with you power and speed.
    
    I was a hero with 3 RBIs (sorta), until I was told...
    
    
    
    
    I had batted out of order and I was out.
    
    	--dan'l

    I'll offer up Dinz for all those lay-ins he missed during our memorable
    noter hoops contest in Wusta recently.  ;^)
    
    As for me, my most embarassing moment came in high school my senior
    year.  We had a big invitational at home that I was purty nervous
    about.  Anyway I had my warm-up sweats on and I'm stripping down
    to my shorts when I suddenly realize that (you guessed it) there
    weren't any - forgot to put 'em on!
    
    
    - ACC Chris

    Oh yeah, Chris, that reminds me of this one:
    
    My highschool swim team had this ritual initiation in which the upper
    classmen waited for a freshman to be changing into his swim suit (i.e.
    he was naked), grabbed him, tossed him out in the hallway, and locked
    the lockerroom door.  Now in the hallway, other sports practices were
    going on...like cheerleader practice for instance.
    
    Well, during my freshman year I was always agile and angular enough to
    escape before they could get me out the door.  I was proud of my
    triumph of not having my filberts and such thrown out in the hallway
    for anyone to see.  However, this must have burned in the hearts of the
    upper classmen and during the last practice of my sophomore year they
    got me totally unsuspecting.
    
    I wasn't the first and I wasn't the last, but that sure didn't make it
    any less embarassing.
    
    	--dan'l

Ha ha Dan-l, I hear ya after gym in jr. high I had the same thing happen to
me. Threw me out out on th gym floor and then pulled open the curtain that
seperated the boys from the girls. I don't know who was more embaressed me
or the girls....

in softball I once had a double play made off my head. I was pitching a guy
hit a liner right back to me while backing up to get into posistion I tripped
over the mound. The ball hit me on top of the forehead and bounced into shallow
center the shortstop caught it on the fly and flipped to the leftcenter fielder
who was racing in he step on the bag at second to double off the runner who 
took off naturally think it was a hit after bouncing off my head...

mike

I was playing goalie one time, on a corner kick.

The defender that I had stationed behind me, on the far post, ran
up just as the ball was kicked, and pulled down my shorts.
There I was trying to keep an eye on the ball, pull up my shorts, 
and move out to field this kick.  It was too funny.

Fortunately, it was only a sandlot game against one of the Industrial
League teams, and the only spectators were wives and girlfriends.

I turned to him after the play, fully intending to yell at him, but
all we could do was laugh...

'Saw

    While playing basketball for my school on the opening tip I got the
    ball and sprinted to the basket and scored, only to find out that we
    were supposed to defend that basket.

    re .8   the softball game
    
    Sounds like the umpire made the wrong call.  I thought as soon as the
    ball made contact (in this case, your head) with a fielder, then the
    runners could tag up and go.  Maybe the runner didn't tag up in your
    game.
    
    pete
    
    

    Mine came when I was playing high school hockey. We hardly ever got any
    fans at home games, but the best away rink was the Pittsfield Boys Club. 
    Even though we regularly got thrashed by most of the teams that played 
    there, it was as close to "big time" as we ever got. The place was always 
    packed, lots of noise, and usually 3 high school games a night. There were 
    only about 8 rows of stands at a really steep angle, so the fans were 
    right on top of the ice. The "big" daily newspaper would also cover games 
    there, so there was always the chance of getting your picture in the 
    newspaper.
    
    Anyway, the Zamboni had just left the ice and we were skating around
    for warmups. As I was skating behind the net, I turned to skate
    backwards. Just then, another guy on my team got in my path, and out
    skates became tangled, and we had to lie on the ice until someone came
    over and unhooked us. It *WAS* a big game for us and as one of the
    co-captains, I had just given a speech a few minutes before about how
    we HAD to win this game, etc. I think we got trashed in that game, too.
                                                                

    re: .11
    
    That's the rule of "first touch" you are referring to. It prevents a
    fielder from purposely bobbling a ball to nail a runner that tagged.
    
    In this case, I would say it's judgement because I'm sure he didn't
    purposely head the ball to the outfielder.
    
    JoJ

    The funniest embarrassing moment I witnessed was in high school,
    at a large cross-country invitational.  Hundreds of runners, tons
    of parents and other onlookers.  We were getting ready for the start,
    and taking our sweats off.  A guy on our team named Chris took his
    sweats off, and did a stride out.  Problem was, he didn't have shorts
    on, just a joke, and was so nervous he didn't realize.  Needless
    to say, a lot of folks were rollward, and then he realized it and
    tried to cover up in front of everyone.   Too funny.
    
    JD

    Roseanne Barr last night?
    
    Closest thing for me was playing wiffle ball in the backyard.  HR
    was over the neighbors fence.  Someone hits a HR, so I climb the
    fence to get it.  Well, the chain fence had wire ties (for lack of
    some other description) catches the bottom of my pants, and rips
    my jeans (fortunately not my leg) from 3 inches from my crotch all
    the way down to the end of the leg.  Talk about a draft... Mom 
    was really pleased... 

    A couple offerings:
    
    I was big into tobacco chewing in my playing days....and prided (is
    that a word?) myself in being a pretty good base stealer.  Well, one
    day the two just din't mix!!  I stole second, sliding head first into
    the bag....but in the process swallowed half my chaw!!  Now, I had
    swallowed chew before....but never this bad.  I proceeded to empty my
    intestines out onto the second base bag with the shortstop standing
    over me laughing!!
    
    
    On a different occassion....and a memory I'm not very proud of...but
    was VERY embarrassed......
    
    We're playing against this team with a very big catcher....not fat,
    just BIG......and we had a runner on second (I'm on deck).  The batter
    hits a single to left and our runner at second rounds third and heads
    for the plate (this runner was ~5'5, 150 lbs.).  The throw comes
    in...it's gonna be close....the catcher blocks the plate, the runner
    comes in hard (feet-first slide)...the ensuing collision leaves the
    catcher rolling in the dirt, our runner safe.....and me standing over
    the catcher saying 'get up you pussy!!!!' among other asshole comments
    I was known to use in my punk teen years!!  Well, I get into a shouting
    match with half their team, calling them ALL pussies....ESPESCIALY
    (sp?) their catcher.....and was so wound up I didn't even notice the
    ambulance pull up!!  It wasn't 'til the EMT's ran by me that I realized
    that the catcher was SERIOUSLY hurt.  I later found out that he was on
    the operating table for four (4) hours while the doctors worked on his
    ruptured spleen (or some other organ)!!!  Suffice to say, that incident
    put a serious damper on any future outbursts I may have been inclined
    to make!!!    (until I became a SPORTS noter!! :^))
    
    
    A none too proud,
    
    Nelly

    Playing defense deep against a long bomb on 4th down.....
    
    Yes, I caught the ball!!!
    
    PJ

    	PJ,
    
    	I've seen too many college players make this mistake.
    	Fourth down, a bomb thrown, and they catch it and
    	start celebrating. I wonder how they feel when they
    	realize they coulda knocked it down and been much
    	closer to the goal line.
    
    	Scott