Judge Smails
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All over the place. I’ve had multiple HR games at 5 levels and made a basket for the other team once. Took the tip off and raced in the wrong direction
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Dan Lambskin
Footballguy
I think it was sophomore year I was in punt team, guy was streaming down the sideline and I had a perfect angle on him to just absolutely light him up, but in my mind it looked like he stepped out so I pulled up and he took it to the house, to everyone else it looked like I was scared and didn’t want to hit him. I remember one of the coaches saying it was the sickest thing he’d ever seen in all of his years or coaching
Senior year I was on the sideline for most of the game (like most games, I was basically too fat and slow for any skill position and undersized for line). Anyway we were getting blown out by our neighboring city like 56-0 so coach threw me in. I had been fighting some “stomach issues” since the start of my game and I knew any hard contact was likely gonna result in me ****ting myself so I just kind of “ole’d” my block and let the QB get sacked…got yanked immediately
Senior year I was on the sideline for most of the game (like most games, I was basically too fat and slow for any skill position and undersized for line). Anyway we were getting blown out by our neighboring city like 56-0 so coach threw me in. I had been fighting some “stomach issues” since the start of my game and I knew any hard contact was likely gonna result in me ****ting myself so I just kind of “ole’d” my block and let the QB get sacked…got yanked immediately
Tecumseh
Footballguy
Senior year, walked on to the football team. Wanted to play receiver, but I’m slow and was a smoker. Also had no inkling of what the playbook consisted of, and in my one practice opportunity to catch a pass, I ran the wrong route. The backup qb, who threw the pass (and was an ******* anyway), screamed at me (as he should have), and that was that.
Next practice, I got moved to DE. Had no idea what I was doing, but we were short on bodies, so they slid me over. We had a preseason game coming up, and one of the big keys for us was that if we had a clear line to the qb, we were supposed to sprint towards him with our arms straight up. Ok, cool. I finally get in the game, and on the first play I’m completely unblocked with a direct path to the qb. I do as I’m told, he releases the ball, and I pull up so I don’t get a penalty. Mission accomplished. I trot back to the huddle and look around to see a bunch of faces that shouldn’t be there. Apparently my pressure forced an INT, but had no idea. The qb (same *******) tells me to get the eff of the field. We may have been called for 12 in the huddle, but I don’t remember. I think I got a couple more plays that game, but that was about it.
A few games into the season, I was bored and frustrated. I decided to quit after practice one day, so I went to the coach’s office. There were 3-4 coaches in there chatting (including my position coach), and I interrupted to tell some ******** story about how my dad was making me quit. HC said we hate to lose you, blah blah blah, thanks for coming by.
As I walked away, I heard the HC ask “who was that?,” and my position coach respond “I have no idea..”
Next practice, I got moved to DE. Had no idea what I was doing, but we were short on bodies, so they slid me over. We had a preseason game coming up, and one of the big keys for us was that if we had a clear line to the qb, we were supposed to sprint towards him with our arms straight up. Ok, cool. I finally get in the game, and on the first play I’m completely unblocked with a direct path to the qb. I do as I’m told, he releases the ball, and I pull up so I don’t get a penalty. Mission accomplished. I trot back to the huddle and look around to see a bunch of faces that shouldn’t be there. Apparently my pressure forced an INT, but had no idea. The qb (same *******) tells me to get the eff of the field. We may have been called for 12 in the huddle, but I don’t remember. I think I got a couple more plays that game, but that was about it.
A few games into the season, I was bored and frustrated. I decided to quit after practice one day, so I went to the coach’s office. There were 3-4 coaches in there chatting (including my position coach), and I interrupted to tell some ******** story about how my dad was making me quit. HC said we hate to lose you, blah blah blah, thanks for coming by.
As I walked away, I heard the HC ask “who was that?,” and my position coach respond “I have no idea..”
offdee
Footballguy
STEADYMOBBIN 22
Footballguy
Played almost every sport growing up. Basketball and football were my best two sports. Nickname was “white chocolate” because I was the only white kid on every team I ever played on.
HS coach told me he would never let a white kid play running back so I switched to linebacker and safety. I’m actually glad he said that because I would have been slaughtered behind our line. Hitting people was a lot of fun.
Two plays that stand out to me most are
Football: One of the fastest guys in the state was dominating us. He caught a screen and was running down the sidelines. I had the angle but probably wouldn’t have made the hit if my teammate didn’t slow the runner just a hair before launched at him with everything I had. I murdered him. I would have gotten thrown out in todays game. He left the game and we won.
Basketball: I was great on defense and fearless in the lane. Playing “33” against 20 other grown men, mostly felons, toughens you up. Playing organized sports was a cakewalk compared to that.
This was just a rec league championship so not “real” basketball but we were tied with about 6 seconds left. The other PG was attempting an easy (for him) baseline jumper and I blocked it, took it from him, turned and threw it to half court to my teammate and we scored to win. The opposing PG and I were still in the same spot as this happened so fast. There was a dude under the basket who saw the whole thing and said: “Dayum, he just ate yo ****”
The end:
My first scrimmage of college football I moved back to running back. I went against the senior FB in Oklahoma drills and he just murdered me. Broke several ribs and that was it. Girls and weed took over and that was it.
HS coach told me he would never let a white kid play running back so I switched to linebacker and safety. I’m actually glad he said that because I would have been slaughtered behind our line. Hitting people was a lot of fun.
Two plays that stand out to me most are
Football: One of the fastest guys in the state was dominating us. He caught a screen and was running down the sidelines. I had the angle but probably wouldn’t have made the hit if my teammate didn’t slow the runner just a hair before launched at him with everything I had. I murdered him. I would have gotten thrown out in todays game. He left the game and we won.
Basketball: I was great on defense and fearless in the lane. Playing “33” against 20 other grown men, mostly felons, toughens you up. Playing organized sports was a cakewalk compared to that.
This was just a rec league championship so not “real” basketball but we were tied with about 6 seconds left. The other PG was attempting an easy (for him) baseline jumper and I blocked it, took it from him, turned and threw it to half court to my teammate and we scored to win. The opposing PG and I were still in the same spot as this happened so fast. There was a dude under the basket who saw the whole thing and said: “Dayum, he just ate yo ****”
The end:
My first scrimmage of college football I moved back to running back. I went against the senior FB in Oklahoma drills and he just murdered me. Broke several ribs and that was it. Girls and weed took over and that was it.
STEADYMOBBIN 22
Footballguy
I hate your coaches.
PIK95
Footballguy
Senior year my eye sight went to helz. During bp, I could only see the balls up near my head and started hitting everything WAY foul. I was barreling everything at a ninety degree angle. I hit a whole bucket of balls across the street. Coach was so mad because I kept my eye sight secret, and he thought I was screwin around. We could barely afford food, let alone glasses for me. That was a crazy day.
Tecumseh
Footballguy
Spot. On.
Funny thing about the receiver experiment- I had been in this school system off and on until 6th grade, then moved away, but came back midway through junior year. I approached the qb, who I thought was a friend (from 6th grade), and asked him if I could practice with him over the summer to learn the system. He said no, because he was already working with another receiver. As if working with 2 would be too much. Anyway, I never learned the system, and never even got a playbook.
That qb ended up with a scholarship to tOSU, but never saw the field. I hope it’s because he never got a playbook.
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mr. furley
Footballguy
i've apparently forgotten how to throw a baseball. found that out today.
Kiddnets
Footballguy
Went out for HS football team as a freshman. Grew up playing soccer but really wanted to play football. Told the coach I was a RB but also kicker as I had a big leg. I was a sub par RB in tryouts and Coach cut me without seeing me kick telling me he didnt need a spot for a kicker. I went back to soccer and had a decent HS career. Went to a Div III college to play soccer and after a knee injury just couldnt regain my speed and retired.
I was kicking footballs in the quad with some friends and the college football coach told me to come out for the team as a walk on as a junior. I was a backup my 1st year but won the job as a senior. When training that summer I kicked every day at the high school field. The old HS coach saw me booming from deep and came over and asked what team I played for in HS - I enjoyed his face when I told him I didnt cause he cut me. Even more enjoyment that I was the only person from my graduating year in HS that recd a college letter in football.
I was kicking footballs in the quad with some friends and the college football coach told me to come out for the team as a walk on as a junior. I was a backup my 1st year but won the job as a senior. When training that summer I kicked every day at the high school field. The old HS coach saw me booming from deep and came over and asked what team I played for in HS - I enjoyed his face when I told him I didnt cause he cut me. Even more enjoyment that I was the only person from my graduating year in HS that recd a college letter in football.
Chemical X
Footballguy
a team story, from little league. it was the 8-9 yr old division and we had a good team. mitchell-linden little league. we made the championship game and played at a better than usual field in kissena park. game went to extra innings and we were up 10-8 in the bottom of the 7th, games were 6 innings. two outs and a runner on third for our opponent when their number 3 hitter, a RH hits a screaming rope to right center field. i played 2nd base always. back in the day, everyone had to play 1/2 game and it usually was the RF, the kid that signed up but just stood out there and picked weeds. well, the ball screams over my head and i knew this was a tie game. gary bader was in RF, lol. i turn around and bader never moved…….he kinda turned sideways and put a backhand out, he was a righty, glove on the left hand. ball is slicing and it hits smack in the middle of his webbing. catch, end of game. the pandemonium that ensued was epic. it’s been almost 50 years but i just knew i would never forget gary bader’s name. it was that epic. the kid couldn’t catch a cold if you sneezed in his mouth.
rockaction
Footballguy
Hah! I forgot we were fellow collegiate walk-on kickers. Salud, Kiddnets! J-E-T-S kicking frustrations the past five years before Greg The Leg have been painful for both of us. I'd forgotten you kicked.
That's my glory story, too, except I quit kicking to play higher-level club hockey instead of sticking with football. But I wouldn't trade a month or so of NCAA interscholastic collegiate experience for much.
Kiddnets
Footballguy
As I was a barefoot kicker would I be dating myself if I said my hero growing up was Tony Franklin? LOL - greg the leg is the best Jets kicker since old man Pat Leahy....man Im old!
Jayrod
Footballguy
Senior year of HS:
FB - caught a game-winning touchdown. We were down 3 with 20 seconds left and caught a 20 yd post pattern for the win. Both teams were 6-0 at the time.
BB - tie game, hit a go-ahead jumper in the second round of our holiday tournament with 2 seconds left. The play was kind of a broken exchange between me and our PG and I just basically scrambled to grab the loose ball, took 2 dribbles and took the shot...was about a foot inside the 3-pt line.
FB - caught a game-winning touchdown. We were down 3 with 20 seconds left and caught a 20 yd post pattern for the win. Both teams were 6-0 at the time.
BB - tie game, hit a go-ahead jumper in the second round of our holiday tournament with 2 seconds left. The play was kind of a broken exchange between me and our PG and I just basically scrambled to grab the loose ball, took 2 dribbles and took the shot...was about a foot inside the 3-pt line.
El Floppo
Footballguy
this was me 15 years ago
never saw the thread... ok...
12yo year of little league I grew 7" (heyooo!) to almost 6' and was already athletic and a good hitter. in practice, I started hitting every single pitch out of the park. my team mates would run to the other side of the fence when it was my turn at batting practice- no exaggeration- every single pitch. but in games...
... not quite. I'd still hit 1 or so a game, but it even got my coach dumbfounded- wth can't you do this in games?!my last regular season at bat of my LL career, a couple of my older friends were watching and as I stepped into the batters box, made me aware of it. starting heckling the ever loving **** out of me- how I was going to remember striking out my last at bat for the rest of my life, etc, etc. I hit the first pitch I saw as deep as I'd ever hit anything- straight away center and way out of hte park. I stood there- dropped the bat, turned and looked at them deadpan, and then jogged the bases with a giant **** eating grin. will never remember the stunned look on their faces, turning into immediate joy for me.
Soccer... a whole bunch. that ended up being my sport- top 10 d1 college, semi pro afterwards and a just-below-national team youth career. some memories:
- while training in Germany with the CA u19 state team, we got to play the full national team from Cameroon (along with German youth state teams and a bundesliga 2 pro side)... the same one that went to the World Cup including guys like Roger Milla (who I had drinks with at the training facility) and N'kono. I was nutmegged so many times in the first 30 minutes I just stopped trying to defend and kept my legs closed. but at the end of the game, I ended up taking an indirect freekick shot on a grossly out of position N'kono- and nailed it. best shot of my life- pace, dipping and bending into the upper right corner. my eyes were getting bigger and bigger- until... N'kono- who had been standing practically on the PK spot with his arms crossed when I hit it- took one giant bound backwards and jumped off the landing leg further back and up to just get a finger on it and punch it over the bar. my eyed got even bigger then. I'll never forget he nonchalantly got his feet under him and glared at me before breaking out laughing. tbh- scoring would have been a better memory- but seeing that save from a world class iconic GK on my shot... almost as good.
- I ended up in some national media print with a picture of me in the fetal position losing in the NCAA sweet 16 game (my last college game) in the last seconds after my assist should have won us the game. I still remember and relive every millisecond of the play that led up to their game-winning goal.
- speaking of- I can still feel the sensation of striking some pure volleys in for golasos from all parts of my career. tons of memories like that.
also proposed to my wife at the finish line of the only Iron Man triathlon I did (I did lots of shorter distances, but only one IM). pretty sure she said yes.
Phil Elliott
Footballguy
In college football,led conference (WSUC-Div III) in yards/carry.
Senior year as captain won every coin flip (home and away).
Senior year as captain won every coin flip (home and away).
rockaction
Footballguy
You might be a codger but you ain't that old. I remember Pat Leahy. Good, long-time kicker for them. We had Jason Myers for one year and he was dynamite but McCan't let him walk.
Anyway, in keeping with the thread, one time I played right field in Legion ball and was removed in the fourth inning for a platoon player. The next day in the paper the headline of the local blurb read "rockaction leads Rockdale to 6-0 win with one-hitter"
I mean, I went 0-2 and struck out and was replaced. You couldn't get farther from the truth.
Now that's some glory, fellas. Everybody kept coming up to me around town asking me when I started pitching. Too funny.
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Anarchy99
Footballguy
Was thinking about this the other day. It's my NE/ATL 28-3 story. Back in the day, my best sport was 10-pin bowling (I qualified for the PBA tour). I was in a scratch league (ie, no handicap), and there were lots of things still to be determined the last night of competition including first place and all individual awards (high average, series, game, etc.). The prize money for these things was in the thousands. My team was currently tied for first, so the league championship was on the line. Our league had a crazy scoring system and awarded points for players competing both head-to-head against each other and as a team (points for winning each game plus total pins for the night). We were up against the team we were tied with.
The first game, my teammates didn't do very well. I shot 235 (my average was 230), but everyone else was well below that. The other team was on fire, and we got trounced. Like boot stomped and urinated on. The captain of the other team (who I was competing against for high average in the league) threw a 300 / perfect game / game with all strikes. My relationship with this guy would best be described as icy. We didn't care for each other. He was obnoxious. They were so far ahead that everyone just assumed they would win the title. They started hitting the sauce early in celebration. I left a 10-pin on my first shot of Game 2. Their captain then smack talked and told me he would pay for me to take bowling lessons in the offseason because I would never beat him at anything. And thus the gauntlet of challenge had been thrown.
I made the spare and called a team meeting. In my best Tom Brady motivational speech, I told my team that no way, no how were we going to lose to that (insert a string of all inappropriate words here). We were winning or they weren't going to be on the team roster the following season. They did better the second game, but we were still way behind. I was so peeved at this guy that I was throwing hand grenades at the pins. I struck out after that first frame spare for a 290 game.
Game 3 didn't start off great. My team got a few splits and missed a couple easy spares. The end was near. I did the math in my head. I told everyone after the 5th frame that if we all struck out, we could still win. The other team wasn't really paying attention, because they thought they had already won. And we all struck out. We all threw 7 strikes in a row. After my last shot, I pretty much flexed and yelled. I ended up with all strikes but one that game for a 279. I threw 22 strikes in 23 shots since the needing lessons line.
The miracle had been granted. The other guy ended up with a 3-game total of 765 pins. I was at 804. That gave me high series for the entire league for the season. That also gave me high average. We ended up winning the last game by 3 pins and total pins for the night by 2 pins . . . and we ended up winning the entire season by 1 point. Their captain was like, "Why are you so happy, we still beat your azz!" I said the math said otherwise. He was shocked. After telling him to go eff himself, I told him to take his second-place money and get some lessons for himself.
The first game, my teammates didn't do very well. I shot 235 (my average was 230), but everyone else was well below that. The other team was on fire, and we got trounced. Like boot stomped and urinated on. The captain of the other team (who I was competing against for high average in the league) threw a 300 / perfect game / game with all strikes. My relationship with this guy would best be described as icy. We didn't care for each other. He was obnoxious. They were so far ahead that everyone just assumed they would win the title. They started hitting the sauce early in celebration. I left a 10-pin on my first shot of Game 2. Their captain then smack talked and told me he would pay for me to take bowling lessons in the offseason because I would never beat him at anything. And thus the gauntlet of challenge had been thrown.
I made the spare and called a team meeting. In my best Tom Brady motivational speech, I told my team that no way, no how were we going to lose to that (insert a string of all inappropriate words here). We were winning or they weren't going to be on the team roster the following season. They did better the second game, but we were still way behind. I was so peeved at this guy that I was throwing hand grenades at the pins. I struck out after that first frame spare for a 290 game.
Game 3 didn't start off great. My team got a few splits and missed a couple easy spares. The end was near. I did the math in my head. I told everyone after the 5th frame that if we all struck out, we could still win. The other team wasn't really paying attention, because they thought they had already won. And we all struck out. We all threw 7 strikes in a row. After my last shot, I pretty much flexed and yelled. I ended up with all strikes but one that game for a 279. I threw 22 strikes in 23 shots since the needing lessons line.
The miracle had been granted. The other guy ended up with a 3-game total of 765 pins. I was at 804. That gave me high series for the entire league for the season. That also gave me high average. We ended up winning the last game by 3 pins and total pins for the night by 2 pins . . . and we ended up winning the entire season by 1 point. Their captain was like, "Why are you so happy, we still beat your azz!" I said the math said otherwise. He was shocked. After telling him to go eff himself, I told him to take his second-place money and get some lessons for himself.
belljr
Footballguy
This just happened in my daughters high school game. We are a very good team, the team we played was not very good. Anyway my daughter has been struggling at the plate this season. She finally hammers a ball that did get more than 10 ft off the ground. LF was playing ~ 180 or so feet (210 field). Ball is coming she pump her feet but doesn't actually move anywhere, at the very last second throws her arm out to the side and ball lands directly in her glove
I started bowling in a league a few years ago due to some friends. They also talked us into going to a big bowling tourney in Vegas that happens every October. It's a handicap league and tournament (no PBA tour stuff). I hadn't bowled in about 20 years and have never really bowled consistently at any point. I did take three quarters of bowling in college. It was a great time waster in between real classes to blow off some steam so I knew some basics.
Anyway, In order to be in the tourney (over 4400 bowlers in the tourney - 1100, four person teams) you had to be in a regular league and establish a handicap. So I started the league using a house ball and got my average to about 140. Not bad but not great. When we show up for the tourney in Vegas they have deals on balls and will drill it there for you. So the day before the first set of games I buy a ball and get it drilled. I pick it up the next day about an hour before the tourney starts. I get about 4 frames in to practice before starting the tourney. Ball is nice. Strikes are happening. All good.
I proceed to go out and bowl the best three days of my life. I finish 22nd overall for combined scores (three days of bowling for three games per day). 10th for Doubles, 18th in Singles, and 62nd in teams (4 person). I won a grand total of $2500. It's amazing what having your own ball will do for you. I was averaging in the 160-170's for the game (20-30 pins per game over my handicap). It was glorious. Of course I went back the next year with a 165 average and didn't win anything. It didn't help that I bowled terrible on top of it. Anyway, by the literal definition I am a professional bowler. I won $2500 in a bowling tournament. hahahaha
Highlights:
Baseball: My senior season we had a top 10 in the country team in our league. We battled them tough the first time we played them and it was tied going into the bottom of the last inning. I came up with two outs and hit a hanging curve about as well as I could and the LF'er robbed me of a walk off HR to beat the #8 ish team in the country at the time. Could have been epic. We ended up losing in extra innings and got trounced the next time we played them. Overall I had an interesting HS career in baseball. I played two years varsity (starting 3B as a junior, starting 2B as a senior), one year JV (starting 1B) and one year freshman (starting SS). So each year of my career I was a starter at each of the infield positions. I am pretty proud of that accomplishment.
Football: I only played two years of organized football. My freshman year and my senior year. My freshman year I was the starting CB and played every minute on defense. It was quite boring back then as it was primarly a running game so not a lot of action. Plus the games were THursday afternoon and the atmosphere just sucked. Practices sucked (the repetition of plays because of the dumbasses that coudn't get it right was terrible. I hated practice so much I decided I was just going to do basketball and baseball. Senior year my buddy talked me into playing football again. Senior year, blah, blah, blah. I go ahead and do it. I end up the starting WR and CB and play every minute of every game. I lead my team in receiving (which wasn't much a feat since we ran the ball mostly) but the games were incredible. We were decent and went to the playoffs and made it to the quarterfinals before losing. I had a good season and an incredible time. I even got "recruited" by a local JC to play for them. I wasn't very fast or big and decided college football might not be the best for me so declined. But great memories of high school football.
Basketball: Started varsity as a junior and played almost every minute of every game and the team made state playoffs and won a game or two in the playoffs. Solid team. Coach retires and they bring a new guy. He benches me and barely play all year (essentially the same team as the year before). We lose all but one game in league and have a terrible season. At the awards banquet the coach brings up each player for their letter and says a few words. His words for me.....I probably should have played you more and we might have had a better year. UGH!!!! I hated that guy.
College Baseball: I walked on at a school that was just moving from Div 2 to Div 1. I made the team and played on the JV squad for a couple years. We basically filled in and played games that were over scheduled for varsity which was fine. My sophomore season we only played in about 10 games. I ended up hitting .462 as the starting SS and was hitting the ball all over the place. It was probably the best stretch of hitting I had since Pony league. Unfortuantely, the head coach wasn't at any of our games. After the season (my sophomore season) I sent to talk to him about future opportunities. I was getting to the point where classes were at a point where I had to make a decision to keep playing or get classes I needed to graduate so I could get done in a reasonable time. I asked the coach if I was going to get a legit shot to make the team and earn a spot or if it was going to continue like the last two years where I filled in at games he never attended and never got a look. He was the kind of coach that had his "guys" and spent all his time grooming them over the team. His standard response was "everyone gets a legit shot". I just rolled my eyes and said no thanks. It turned out he got fired a year or two later for giving money to players and violating the rules. I wasn't surpsised. In the end it worked out. I got my engineering degree and I was never really going to do anything in baseball. I did have a great 10 games my sophomore season...hahahahah
Anarchy99
Footballguy
I had to exist in the universe you described and bowled many a tournament in both scratch (where I would excel) and handicap (where I would get killed) divisions. Case in point. I bowled in a state tournament and won all events scratch (and set the state record doing it). All events is your total score in singles, doubles, and team events. I won singles with some crazy score, but my doubles partner and team did terrible and were last or close to it. (IIRC, I beat my three teammates combined in one game.) But my total score with handicap for singles and all events didn't even cash (my handicap was 0). There were always people similar to you carrying a 140 average that had the day of their life, averaging 220 for a weekend out of nowhere. Add in the handicap, and I literally couldn't beat them (I would have to average more than 300 a game).
I was a unicorn compared to modern serious bowlers. I had one ball. Not 16 different ones. Guys would rent multiple lockers or travel with a mobile bowling ball station hauling all their equipment around. I just knew how to adjust using my one ball and still score well. I never took things anywhere near as serious as some of these other bowling obsessed guys. I bowled in one league. If someone asked me, I might sub in a different one once in a while. I was never someone that enjoyed bowling 5 or 6 nights a week. Oddly enough, the more I bowled, the less I enjoyed it.
Manster
Footballguy
Played fullback, and inside LB in a small town in Eastern OR......started both ways sophomore year on.....probly had quite a few undiagnosed concussions.....coach kept smelling salts in his pocket.....lucky to not get a staph infection cuz we didn't wash our practice gear.....our locker room smelled like it too......I think my practice jersey could stand up on its own.
JAA
Footballguy
Not trying to be a ****, but if it was indirect, if it went in it would not of counted, no?
Guys that did that are sandbagging MF'rs. I hate those guys. I was just on the front end of improving and it is amazing what going from a house ball to a personal ball will do for your score. It's almost like 20 pins just for that. I bowled really well for that tourney but nowhere close to a 220 avg. I was a 467/522/559 (171 avg) and got a total of 702 pins for HC (78 pins per game).
I am definitely more leveled off at 160 but I only bowl once a week in a league and am still inconsistent with my release. I am fairly good at picking up spares but I don't string strikes together so my scores stay about 160. My high ever is 226. Like you I couldn't bowl 5-6 nights a week (my liver couldn't handle it) and it's more of a social event where one night a week we go out and drink beers while competing in something.
At last year's Vegas tourney there was one gal that had a 160 avg on the books but bowled over 220 every game. She was decked out in $250 bowling shoes and had 12 balls and you could tell she was much better than a 160 avg. She killed in the bracket gambling. Typically at this tourney the organizers watch the bowlers and knock down a half dozen sandbaggers every year. I am not even a real bowler and I can tell the difference between a 150 avg type player and a 200+ avg bowler. It's not too hard to tell.
No matter what it's fun to get out there and chuck the ball down the lane.
Don't Toews Me
Footballguy
Ice hockey. Championship game. Probably like 14 yrs old. 3rd period of a game we were up 3-2. Like 5-6 minutes left.
This ****** was holding my stick as we go towards the boards for a puck. I try to pull my stick from him (which made him unbalanced because he was holding it) and then simultaneously crushed the kid into the boards (kinda was pissed he was holding my stick). Kid got pretty effed up (I knew him and always hated his guts with a passion). It probably wouldn't have looked as bad as it did if he wasn't so unbalanced as well as me having a decent size advantage over him. Regardless, it was a big hit. Unfortunately, I get called for boarding. I'm telling the ref how he was holding my stick and where's his penalty. Ref was having none of that. May have also even said some other things at the ref that shouldn't be repeated (surprised I didn't get a game misconduct).
They tie the game up on the ensuing power play. I come back to the bench absolutely steaming. So pissed, I think I even scared the coach from coming up to me. Gave everyone a death stare from hell. I was out for blood at that point like a demon possessed. The ref and I would lock eyes at times throughout the rest of the game and gave him a demon stare he likely remembers to this day.
Scored the GWG in OT. Should've stuck the finger up at everyone on the opposing team before being mobbed by my own team, but didn't. Still regret that I didn't to this day, however many years later now. Probably made my parents proud that I refrained from doing so.
This ****** was holding my stick as we go towards the boards for a puck. I try to pull my stick from him (which made him unbalanced because he was holding it) and then simultaneously crushed the kid into the boards (kinda was pissed he was holding my stick). Kid got pretty effed up (I knew him and always hated his guts with a passion). It probably wouldn't have looked as bad as it did if he wasn't so unbalanced as well as me having a decent size advantage over him. Regardless, it was a big hit. Unfortunately, I get called for boarding. I'm telling the ref how he was holding my stick and where's his penalty. Ref was having none of that. May have also even said some other things at the ref that shouldn't be repeated (surprised I didn't get a game misconduct).
They tie the game up on the ensuing power play. I come back to the bench absolutely steaming. So pissed, I think I even scared the coach from coming up to me. Gave everyone a death stare from hell. I was out for blood at that point like a demon possessed. The ref and I would lock eyes at times throughout the rest of the game and gave him a demon stare he likely remembers to this day.
Scored the GWG in OT. Should've stuck the finger up at everyone on the opposing team before being mobbed by my own team, but didn't. Still regret that I didn't to this day, however many years later now. Probably made my parents proud that I refrained from doing so.
glvsav37
Footballguy
So I have a crazy youth sports story.
I was playing youth football at like 12 or 13 years old. We had a really good team but this one year we were undefeated and heading into the championship game vs a team we beat 2x already.
We show up, balloons, cider Champaign, tailgating, just hand us the trophy dude.
Turns out we lose the game.
Flash forward 30 years. My wife is a teacher in a new school and befriends 2 older teachers. We are invited to the 1st family function where I’m going to meet the husbands and such.
At the party I got to talk to them and they are chatting about youth football. So I work my way in and say “oh where do your kids play?”
The one dad mentions the same fields/org that I played at as a kid. So I mention I played there and the other father asked who I played for. I told him the team name “mustangs” and he replied, did you lose the championship game to the “Trojans”? My mouth hit the floor. I was like yeaaaa, how do you know?
He replied “I coached that team”.
Of all the people my wife had to work with, but the wife of the coach who crushed my childhood dreams. Lol.
I was playing youth football at like 12 or 13 years old. We had a really good team but this one year we were undefeated and heading into the championship game vs a team we beat 2x already.
We show up, balloons, cider Champaign, tailgating, just hand us the trophy dude.
Turns out we lose the game.
Flash forward 30 years. My wife is a teacher in a new school and befriends 2 older teachers. We are invited to the 1st family function where I’m going to meet the husbands and such.
At the party I got to talk to them and they are chatting about youth football. So I work my way in and say “oh where do your kids play?”
The one dad mentions the same fields/org that I played at as a kid. So I mention I played there and the other father asked who I played for. I told him the team name “mustangs” and he replied, did you lose the championship game to the “Trojans”? My mouth hit the floor. I was like yeaaaa, how do you know?
He replied “I coached that team”.
Of all the people my wife had to work with, but the wife of the coach who crushed my childhood dreams. Lol.
Andrew74
Footballguy
I forgot my other glorious sports moment. 8th grade, playing baseball. I got the stomach bug and knew it before the game started. I decided to play anyway. In the 5th inning I crack a double. I’m leading off and then proceed to projectile vomit all over 2nd base. At some point I sharted my pants, too.
We only had 9 players that game and the coach asked me if I could finish. I was like, “sure can.” My mom was so mad at me.
I think I vomited 7-8 times that night when I got home.
We only had 9 players that game and the coach asked me if I could finish. I was like, “sure can.” My mom was so mad at me.
I think I vomited 7-8 times that night when I got home.
rockaction
Footballguy
I did more than shart my pants during a hockey state final once. Had a similar issue. Bad food for the inter-game meal (the one between the semis and finals). We won. I scored. A few assists. I'm sure nobody wanted to be around me. I left the ice twice, once too late. Just cleaned it up and went back out there.
JAA
Footballguy
Oh i imagine there are, and you see none of them when you shoot
lol, jk brother. The indirect comment is all I could think about after reading your sequence. Nothing but love
playin4beer
Footballguy
I won an underwater swimming contest at Summer camp with a cast on my leg.
mr. furley
Footballguy
5th grade basketball
went to my game feeling a bit.. weird.. but not sick. once i started running up and down the court, i started getting really itchy. all over. thought it was heat rash or something. at one point i scratched my forehead and thought i popped a pimple.
went home. nice hot shower. got in my pajamas/sweats and started shivering uncontrollably. piled up blankets and got in bed.
woke up the next morning with full blown chicken pox all over my body.
must have shared it with every kid on the court that night and probably passed it on to a bunch of parents and their other kids, too, by proxy.
Brony
Footballguy
so far, this is my favorite.Senior year as captain won every coin flip (home and away).
Andy Dufresne
Footballguy
I grew faster than everyone else in town in junior high so I could almost literally run circles around people. I set records in hurdles and didn't lose a race until...I anchored a 4x100 relay at an indoor meet and stress fractured my 2nd metatarsal in my right foot on the first turn. But...we still won. Hurt like #### after the race was over. 
Never really recovered from it as it didn't heal well. Closest I came to recovering former glory was almost winning my heat in a 220 sprint. I say "almost" because literally two strides from the finish I tripped myself up and fell face first. Which wouldn't be too bad except it was a cinder track.
After the race my coach just shook his head at me. He was a real ****.
Never really recovered from it as it didn't heal well. Closest I came to recovering former glory was almost winning my heat in a 220 sprint. I say "almost" because literally two strides from the finish I tripped myself up and fell face first. Which wouldn't be too bad except it was a cinder track.
After the race my coach just shook his head at me. He was a real ****.
Dinsy Ejotuz
Footballguy
How much would you pay to have a highlight video of your "career" exploits?
rockaction
Footballguy
I'm going to have to vote minus two cents. I'd pay people not to have access to that ****. I thought I was good. I was goofy.
Are we talking highlights or video of every single game in entirety? I think there are some games that are better left in the past but I think I wouldn't mind seeing more than just highlights. Interesting question. I would probably go up to $1K for most games in their entirety and then a highlight montage to close out it out. It would be interesting to see just how good my memory is of those highlight moments. I am sure they are not quite as good as I remember. hahaha
Dinsy Ejotuz
Footballguy
It could include whatever you wanted. I was thinking highlights, but why not? I'd probably revel in every pitch of my 16k/4BB no-hitter.
