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OT: most embarrassing moment- Sport
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I actually have another story, and it was because my teenage ego would not accept that I was a Division III football player (where there were schools that were actually interested). Instead, I figured I've been accepted to Temple, so I'll walk on there. Unrecruited, unsolicited, uninvited. Of course, I hadn't participated in preseason camp, so when I reported for classes, I reported to the football offices. Sure, kid--you think you can do this? Let me introduce you to Joseph Klecko. If you can block him, we'll find a place for you. Well, . . . let's say that was one test I didn't pass.
Someone should do a study of HC high school coaches. God they were losers
I’m a running back in 8th grade football running around left end.
I have a head cold.
I decide to do a 360 spin move right in front of the other teams’ cheerleaders.
As I get to degree 359.5 I get drilled in the chest (we called it getting “stuck”).
The dude hits me so hard I catapult backwards with two perfect streams of snot shooting from my nostrils.
As I am flying backwards I hear some cheerleaders cry out “eeewwww”!
I get back to the huddle but since no one blocked for me, none of my teammates knew what happened.
One guy sees snot all over me and yells “they spit in Saboteur, they spit on Saboteur”.
We drive from there and score the games only TD and win 8-0.
overheard in the huddle the next week....Aqualung on two, Aqualung on two...ready, break!
Ten years old in little league. I was a catcher and the pitcher was wild. A ball got thru my legs and hit the umpire. The second time it happened the old prick threw me out of the game. I’m not making this up.
True story, could have been written in as a scene for "My Big Fat Greek Wedding", my parents where Greek immigrants, just like the people in the movie, they didn't give a crap about sports, almost didn't know they even existed, they never watched any of the sports I played as a kid, I think they finally did come to Senior Night, my last high school football game, that's how little importance they placed on it, they made us go to Greek School 2 days a week after school at the church- that was like priority one to them super important. In 6th grade I was starting center for the school basketball team, so a game falls on the same day and time as Greek School. So I'm like F Greek School! I'm playing in this game, so I just don't come home from school that day, didn't tell my parents, I was just like F THEM and F Greek School! LOL. So I'm playing in the game, maybe a few dozen fans watching, kids, parents etc. My mom shows up, walks out onto the court, during game action, the clock running, grabs me by my arm and drags me off to go to Greek School! I never forgave her for that, it's a good story and kind of funny now, but that was seriously embarrassing, 
If you'd have stayed on, you could of been Temple's Rudy.
I really think they used to find the most sadistic, single-minded a-holes and give them a whistle and put them in charge of football.
I tackled a kid on a punt return in a JV game and I thought I killed him. We would call this targeting today. The old metal facemask was bend downward and he was out cold. I was coming off of a neck injury the previous week (why the hell was I playing???) and my head was spinning as I made my way to the sideline. I couldn't take it and ripped off my helmet as I stumbled over. Coach screams at me for showboating. He's dead now but I regret not punching him in the nose.
Thinking back to the 70s and my experience playing football, pretty much the whole coaching staff of every team would be cancelled and forced to resign today! LOL
But a lot of them I really liked and felt like I learned from, it went both ways, but even the ones I liked wouldn't be tolerated today.
Look, I saw a head coach beat a guy in the helmet with an axe handle in practice. We had a piece of equipment that had to be outlawed because kids were getting killed trying to use it. Couple that with the ignorance everyone had that hydrating was just going to give you cramps and that those little ammonia capsules were how to fix head trauma, it's no wonder more of us didn't die.Thinking back to the 70s and my experience playing football, pretty much the whole coaching staff of every team would be cancelled and forced to resign today! LOL
But a lot of them I really liked and felt like I learned from, it went both ways, but even the ones I liked wouldn't be tolerated today.
Yeah, the no water thing during a 3 hour practice on a humid 90 degree August day was pretty sick.
I had just gotten my boat. I had graduated from power school I was home on leave walking to the Duquesne club to have dinner with my dad and DC who was an a**hole gold plated see me and asked me if I had life insurance. Thinking back I wished I would have punched the a hole. The amazing part during HS he predicted I would never amount to anything. I did show him my class ring.
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10 year old baseball. My dad was our coach. Umpire was his friend and they were chatting through the backstop fence. I'm warming up on the mound. I let one fly. Hit the umpire right in the nuts. He's hopping around in pain as I stand embarrassed on the mound. Mr. Cato, I'm sorry.
lol, the ammonia capsules. man, what a great idea those were. and i am old enough to play when the head coach would hold back water breaks if you werent practicing hard enough.
I not sure how many concussions I had but you were a pussy if you said you were hurt. “Just got your bell rung”
In Little League, I walked back to the dugout after the catcher dropped the third strike, I was clueless about the rule and was tagged out, a bunch of parents in the stands yelled at me, thankfully our coach wasn't a yeller and he did his best to explain the rule to a 9 year old. Fast forward a few games and for some reason I was leading off, first pitch I swing and miss, I notice the catcher drops the ball and I take off for first base, the ump starts screaming at me and called me some nasty names, this was a grown adult not a high school kid, my coach runs out and they get into it, a dad from the other team runs out to back up the ump, my uncle who's coaching my cousins softball team on the other field runs over and joins the fracas, a bunch of adults nearly came to blows because 9 year old me didn't understand a goofy baseball rule.
Adults: ruining youth sports for decades.
nothing beats adults, coaches screaming at a confused kid to "RUN!!" after a dropped 3rd strike. I've seen it in baseball and my daughter's softball a hundred times. no one understands it and half the time someone is on first base and the parents still scream RUN and the poor kid kind of runs then stops cause they dont know what to do..
terrible stupid rule, especially at that age. all youth baseball / softball should just ban it and wait til high school age to implement it.
So the passed ball story triggered an embarrassing memory I can share. I decided I could make a few extra bucks in the summer calling pony and colt league games. Early 20's. Man did I suck as an umpire. Just never really felt comfortable but I really tried. This story is about the game that convinced me to quit.
Got assigned to my best friend's, dad's team to call a game. Made up my mind that there was no way I'm calling the plate. Just too many ways to piss him off. Get to the field and the other ump begs me to work the plate because he worked two games behind the plate already that week and he was pretty beat up. Fine, I'm totally rattled. Called a horrifically bad game which was only aggravated by my buddies brother sitting down the left field line riding me and laughing because he knows this won't be over when the game ends. He also knows he's making it worse. I get paid by my buddies dad and immediately evacuate before he embarrasses me. Didn't even change out of my gear. Got in the car and drove home. Told my dad what happened and he just laughs because this guy is his friend and he knows I'm in for it. I avoid going to their house for like two weeks hoping things blow over. Go to pick my buddy up one evening and his dad comes flying out of the back room and starts yelling "YOU SUCK!" over and over again. It's hilarious and terrifying all at once because my buddies brother is just reveling in the verbal abuse and likely amped the guy up before I walked in. We can all laugh about it now but I cried at that man's funeral and he never let me forget that game when I saw him.
Got assigned to my best friend's, dad's team to call a game. Made up my mind that there was no way I'm calling the plate. Just too many ways to piss him off. Get to the field and the other ump begs me to work the plate because he worked two games behind the plate already that week and he was pretty beat up. Fine, I'm totally rattled. Called a horrifically bad game which was only aggravated by my buddies brother sitting down the left field line riding me and laughing because he knows this won't be over when the game ends. He also knows he's making it worse. I get paid by my buddies dad and immediately evacuate before he embarrasses me. Didn't even change out of my gear. Got in the car and drove home. Told my dad what happened and he just laughs because this guy is his friend and he knows I'm in for it. I avoid going to their house for like two weeks hoping things blow over. Go to pick my buddy up one evening and his dad comes flying out of the back room and starts yelling "YOU SUCK!" over and over again. It's hilarious and terrifying all at once because my buddies brother is just reveling in the verbal abuse and likely amped the guy up before I walked in. We can all laugh about it now but I cried at that man's funeral and he never let me forget that game when I saw him.
I umpired a few summers during high school, it is amazing how many adults decided it was appropriate to shout the worst insults imaginable at a 16-year old kid just trying to make $25. On more than one occasion had to call over adult umps working nearby games to walk us back to our cars after throwing some dads out.
It's obscure at the MLB level because it hardly ever happens, so they don't even teach it to kids until it happens. But they should, because at the youth level the catchers aren't good so it happens a lot.
My junior year of High School during a basketball game that I’m playing in, my father got called for a technical. We were the visiting team so the seating section was small, and my parents were sitting like 3 rows behind the bench. My dad yell’s something at the referee, he thinks it’s our coach and turns around and calls a technical. It was a close game too, thank goodness we won!
My father didn’t sit near the bench for a while 😂😂
My father didn’t sit near the bench for a while 😂😂
I did LL umpiring for one summer $5 per game, I was cured of that forever, I hated it! Just about every call you make somebody hates you for it
How do you throw a dad out of a kids baseball game? Do they just walk further away? No one is in anything to throw them out if it.
You send them to the parking lot where they can't stand directly behind the backstop to insult you after every strike call.
I'm glad nowadays they have this emphasis on player safety and rules about the use of the helmet. I think a number of us played for coaches who themselves played in the leather helmet days, so they looked at those newfangled hard shell helmets we had (and they come with facemasks, too!) and figured they made for the perfect battering ram. So they taught that "technique" . . . welcome to CTE!
I was the #3 pitcher in my Colt League team. However, we only used 2 pitchers. I only pitched occasionally at practice on our home field, never in a game.
Our last game of the regular season we were undefeated and our #2 pitcher was pitching because we were saving our #1 guy for the first game of the playoffs. Then our pitcher hurts his arm. I get called in to pitch for the first time in my life. Astonishingly, I strike out the first two batters on six pitches. After a seventh strike in a row, the manager on the other team comes racing onto the field screaming. There was no mound and the field was used for Little League, Pony League and Colt League games. I was throwing from a forward rubber and didn't realize it.
After everything got straightened out, I turned around to walk to the back rubber and noticed my friend who was playing right field standing on the railroad tracks beyond the fence. He was waving his arms and yelling "I'm ready now!".
Our last game of the regular season we were undefeated and our #2 pitcher was pitching because we were saving our #1 guy for the first game of the playoffs. Then our pitcher hurts his arm. I get called in to pitch for the first time in my life. Astonishingly, I strike out the first two batters on six pitches. After a seventh strike in a row, the manager on the other team comes racing onto the field screaming. There was no mound and the field was used for Little League, Pony League and Colt League games. I was throwing from a forward rubber and didn't realize it.
After everything got straightened out, I turned around to walk to the back rubber and noticed my friend who was playing right field standing on the railroad tracks beyond the fence. He was waving his arms and yelling "I'm ready now!".
I only ever tossed one coach. It was a last resort thing in my mind because that just made everything worse. Very little to be served by it and if it was the home guy, you had to go to him to get paid.
Years ago when my son was playing pee wee soccer, I think he was seven at the time, they had some of the older kids referee the games. So typically the refs were around 13 years old.
So one night we get to the game early, and my son and a kid from the other team are the only two kids there so far, so they start kicking the ball around together and trying to score goals off each other and whatnot, as kids will do, and I am talking to the other kid's dad. The coach for the other team gets there and comes over and joins the conversation, and says oh, by the way, before the game starts tonight the league president is coming by to talk to all the fans in attendance. Well that's kind of odd, why is he doing that?
Because during the game the night before one parent was so incensed that the 13 year old referee didn't call a foul when he thought that his son got fouled that he went out onto the field during the game going towards the kid who was reffing and yelling and cursing at him. So the league president was going to all the games before they kicked off telling everyone that if anyone so much as said one disparaging word to any referees anymore that they would be permanently banned from the facility.
As was said, parents, ruining kid's sports for decades.
I am embarrassed writing this. We are members of WGCC in Arlington VA. The year we joined my children were 5 and 4. They joined the swim team. We in three years would go from last to first. Fast forward 12 years we are winning CCSDA championships. We lose at Congressional to Army Navy one child parents mistake the date. The a-hole at WGCC tried to throw them out. It is country club summer swimming.
I took a baseball to the forehead trying to catch a fly ball during warmups. I remember all my teammates on the ground laughing and having the baseball stitches imprinted on my head for a good while after.
My senior year of high school basketball, we are playing our last home game before the playoffs start. It’s senior night and they had a pre-game ceremony where we gave flowers to our mom’s, etc.
We were also playing a team we lost to earlier in the season, so we wanted to put it to them. We were winning the game by ~30 in the fourth quarter when my coach tells me I’m coming out during the next dead ball. He was taking seniors out one at a time. My teammate missed a FT and they threw the ball deep for a fast break. I caught up and stripped the ball away and it hit off the dude’s leg and goes out of bounds. I’m about to leave the game. As I caught myself into the pads behind the basket, the dude elbows me in the back of the head. I hear the buzzer for my replacement. Instead of letting it go, I look at the dude who elbowed me and he has a smarta$$ smirk on his face, so I grabbed him and threw him down to the ground. Within 4 seconds the benches cleared, adults were coming out of the stands, security was clearing people. We both got kicked out of the game on my senior night.
My parents were old school as they come; didn’t drink, smoke, or swear. Did NOT want to go home. My mom and dad were livid. Once she went to bed, my dad laughed and said, “That’s my boy! He started it, you finished it. Don’t take any sh!t from anyone who starts it!”
We were also playing a team we lost to earlier in the season, so we wanted to put it to them. We were winning the game by ~30 in the fourth quarter when my coach tells me I’m coming out during the next dead ball. He was taking seniors out one at a time. My teammate missed a FT and they threw the ball deep for a fast break. I caught up and stripped the ball away and it hit off the dude’s leg and goes out of bounds. I’m about to leave the game. As I caught myself into the pads behind the basket, the dude elbows me in the back of the head. I hear the buzzer for my replacement. Instead of letting it go, I look at the dude who elbowed me and he has a smarta$$ smirk on his face, so I grabbed him and threw him down to the ground. Within 4 seconds the benches cleared, adults were coming out of the stands, security was clearing people. We both got kicked out of the game on my senior night.
My parents were old school as they come; didn’t drink, smoke, or swear. Did NOT want to go home. My mom and dad were livid. Once she went to bed, my dad laughed and said, “That’s my boy! He started it, you finished it. Don’t take any sh!t from anyone who starts it!”
Nice! I always thought they should review unsportsmanlike penalties and flag only the instigator and give the retaliator a pass.
