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OT: most embarrassing moment- Sport

Adults: ruining youth sports for decades.
They deservedly stuck you in right field for the "required" social justice two innings, didn't they? That's ok, we're here for you.

I had several excellent adult coaches..the problem usually lies with parent coaches. Either favor their kids over others or just hammer their kids unjustly just to look fair...
 
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I was lucky that I had good and sane coaches for Little League, whatever they called it right after Little League and Basketball up to 8th grade, that's the main reason we won championships most seasons.

I did have a total jagoff football coach my Freshman year of high school, dude was always in a bad mood like he had a never-ending case of hemorrhoids, didn't matter if it was during football or when he show up as a substitute teacher for one of my classes. Late in the season during special teams practice I sailed through the line un-touched and blocked a punt, it was insanely painful, the pointed end of the ball nailed me in the stomach and the punters foot hit me in the bladder region, thankfully I didn't piss myself since I was severely dehydrated(no water brakes). Instead of staying on the ground, I got up and tried to "walk it off" when I headed back to the sideline, there was a team rule that "you never walk on a football field" being in severe pain I decided to wave that rule, well the jago coach runs onto the field, grabs my face mask and drags me to the sideline, no "good job blocking that punt, are you ok?" it was "YOU NEVER WALK ON MY FIELD" that caused me to mutter "f**k you" he totally lost it and jerked my face mask around screaming "WHAT DID YOU SAY!!!!", for some reason I said "kiss my ass" loudly and mentally prepared to fist fight him, thankfully another coach stepped in and sent me to the locker room. The next day there was a meeting with the Vice Principal, Head Coach of the Varsity and my Freshman team coaches, I played dumb and told them I didn't remember what I said since I was hurting and showed them the bruises from the ball and punters foot, they all cringed when they saw the bruises, my punishment was a bunch of pushups which I didn't mind since it could have been a lot worse.
 
I was lucky that I had good and sane coaches for Little League, whatever they called it right after Little League and Basketball up to 8th grade, that's the main reason we won championships most seasons.

I did have a total jagoff football coach my Freshman year of high school, dude was always in a bad mood like he had a never-ending case of hemorrhoids, didn't matter if it was during football or when he show up as a substitute teacher for one of my classes. Late in the season during special teams practice I sailed through the line un-touched and blocked a punt, it was insanely painful, the pointed end of the ball nailed me in the stomach and the punters foot hit me in the bladder region, thankfully I didn't piss myself since I was severely dehydrated(no water brakes). Instead of staying on the ground, I got up and tried to "walk it off" when I headed back to the sideline, there was a team rule that "you never walk on a football field" being in severe pain I decided to wave that rule, well the jago coach runs onto the field, grabs my face mask and drags me to the sideline, no "good job blocking that punt, are you ok?" it was "YOU NEVER WALK ON MY FIELD" that caused me to mutter "f**k you" he totally lost it and jerked my face mask around screaming "WHAT DID YOU SAY!!!!", for some reason I said "kiss my ass" loudly and mentally prepared to fist fight him, thankfully another coach stepped in and sent me to the locker room. The next day there was a meeting with the Vice Principal, Head Coach of the Varsity and my Freshman team coaches, I played dumb and told them I didn't remember what I said since I was hurting and showed them the bruises from the ball and punters foot, they all cringed when they saw the bruises, my punishment was a bunch of pushups which I didn't mind since it could have been a lot worse.
All of my wrestling coaches were great HS baseball coaches were great.
 
Yeah, the no water thing during a 3 hour practice on a humid 90 degree August day was pretty sick.
Yeah, and the water that was available was a water cooler with a couple of ladles for scooping it out and drinking. After five minutes the cooler was full of grass, dirt, blood, snuff, etc. Unbelievable in hindsight.
 
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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.
As a 16 year old umpire doing a little league game, I almost came to blows with a coach regarding the infield fly rule. Dude went nuts and had no idea what the rule even was. As a way to try and prevent a fist fight at home plate, I threw him out of the game (with the physical support of the opposite team's coaching staff). The dude sat on the hood of his car telling me he was going to kick my ass as soon as the game was over. This went on for an hour. I was scared shitless. I finally had enough and told him to shut up and that I would see him after the game. Mr. Loud mouth bolted before the game ended. The other coaches were talking to me between innings saying they would walk off the field with me after the game as security haha. I like to think that was one of those events that helped transform me from a kid to a man. I would have destroyed that dude.
 
Nice! I always thought they should review unsportsmanlike penalties and flag only the instigator and give
Yeah, and the water that was available was a water cooler with a couple of ladles for scooping it out and drinking. After five minutes the cooler was full of grass, dirt, blood, snuff, etc. Unbelievable in hindsight.
Our football coaches hooked up a hose to a long, narrow PVC pipe with holes drilled in it every foot or so that was raised about 4 feet parallel to the ground. That was where we got our one drink of hot, hose water from at the end of practice.
 
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 swam on a team for a couple of summers. Went all over creation. When I got a bit older and quit, I still had to go to meets because my sister was still swimming. All I have to say is, bless you for sitting through that. Most boring thing to watch in the world.
 
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!”
For some reason, my HS team was terrible AND got into fights. Junior year, I know we had five or six incidents. Usually started with a hard foul. In junior high, we had a rivalry with a neighboring school and they beat us both times our last year. In HS, we both were bad compared to the competition but we still played it tough. Over time, I became friendly with the guy I usually guarded so we mostly picked at each other. Our hot-head started a fight with their big time football recruit (Texas A&M). It was one of those wild fights that cleared the benches and took a while to settle down. I grabbed the guy I was guarding and we more or less held on to each other and laughed at our two idiots. Next day, the team meets during a study hall period to watch film and right out of the gate the coach goes to the fight and starts playing a waltz on his tape player while making fun of me because there I am with my arms around the guy. Thank god there wasn't internet because that had potential to go viral.
 
I swam on a team for a couple of summers. Went all over creation. When I got a bit older and quit, I still had to go to meets because my sister was still swimming. All I have to say is, bless you for sitting through that. Most boring thing to watch in the world.
We have bars at the clubs.
 
Tom Tumulty hit back to back HRs against me onto Greensburg Pike at Woodland Hills. I think it was at least 400 yards to the road from the plate. Hated him. I swear he was actually to big to pitch around with out throwing it to the back stop.
 
Tom Tumulty hit back to back HRs against me onto Greensburg Pike at Woodland Hills. I think it was at least 400 yards to the road from the plate. Hated him. I swear he was actually to big to pitch around with out throwing it to the back stop.
400 yards? That's a very long home run.
 
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400 yards? That's a very long home run.
There were 14 homers hit over the right field roof at Forbes Field, Stargell hit 7 of them. I actually was there to see one of them. At an estimated 525 feet, it would have looked like a bunt compared to 400 yards !
 
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