what school did you go to? I played football at Spring Woods which is where Robert went. He came back and talked to the team and told us how much he used to hate the coaches, hahaha he is huge.
I grew up only with my mother for the most part, who remarried when I was 7... needless to say I never really got along with my stepdad who didn't really teach me much about stuff. When I was 11, I was not really the tidiest kid ever when it came to personal hygiene. Skidmarks were kind of a regular occurrence. One day we were having some church function and a group of kids were hanging out in my room (including a couple chicks) and somebody looked in my undies drawer for some reason, and the chocolate stains were discovered... not my proudest moment.
Spring Branch Middle and Memorial High for me. I saw a pic of him at Vikings practice; dude was ripped. He was skinny back in junior high; but deceptively strong.
It wouldn't even be nearly as embarrassing as the humiliation suffered on that fateful afternoon. Hell, Mr. Mooch has had my "I might as well have told them I masturbate for a living" quote in his signature for the past 5 years or so.
In 7th grade my locker partner, Thomas, broke his arm and was out of school for a couple weeks. One day I was looking for my history maps that had to be turned in and couldn't find mine but came across his. Since he was out of school and his name wasn't on his maps I turned them in as mine. I got an A on them and then when Thomas came back to school and was looking for his maps I told him what happened and tried to get him to turn in my maps. He took one look at my maps and said, "hell no" and ratted me out. I got an F on the maps and got my ass beat by my dad. That F and beating ended my life of crime.
I never learned to roller or ice skate. You'd think playing soccer as long as I have would allow me to control my feet better. For some reason, when you put wheels or a blade under my feet, I become a bumbling idiot. Also, I played 3 seasons of basketball (2 ymca, 1 8th grade). I scored a total of 8 points.
I could never really roller skate or ice skate when I was like 12... I still can't though I can't say I've really put any effort into it. I've never been on a sports team before, but again, I don't think I really made an effort to try. I was a shy little boy, didn't think I could make it, but that's the one thing I regret. If I had tried, I know I could have done better, made a better person of myself. I guess that's what you get when you grow older though, CONFIDENCE and BELIEF in yourself.
In first grade, I sharted in my pants and didn't tell the teacher or anyone and went on with it the whole day.. My friend sat next and this is how the conversation went in Vietnamese. Friend: Hey did you poop in your pants cause you really smell like poop today.. Me: Oh no.. this morning I was eating eggs and spilled some on myself.. Friend: oh... When I was in 7th grade, I tried to balance myself across a metal fence, I fell and the fence went between my legs.. I didn't start masturbating until I was in 11th grade..
Oh! OH! OHHHH! I'm going to tell your mom now! It's pretty crazy, I think every one of us has done this, when NO means NO about money when I was a kid, it was always a YES for me.
I was 9 in little leage baseball and was also one of the "right fielders" aka I sucked too bad to play the other positions. So I had a little ADD and found it hard to concentrate on the game I was playing and would routinely look at the other games going on in the fields close to us while in the outfield. This would infuriate my plummer pants coach who would always tell me to pay attention when I went into the dugout. So we were playing a night game and I was doing my usual, watching other games going on, when I heard people screaming and I turned around. The worst thing that could possibly happen did......a fly ball was hit my way. It was a little short from where I was playing so I begin to run toward it. I ended up misjudging the ball and instead of catching it I got nailed right in the stomach. I had the wind completely knocked out of me and fell to the ground writhing in pain. Everyone else was screaming at me to get the ball, which I had no interest in doing at that moment because I was still on the ground in pain. So my teammates who I also went to school with never let me forget that moment. Good times.
LOL, nice! It’s funny, I’ll bet 99% of people who played little league could tell a similar story to this. Especially those of us who spent any time playing in (you suck so I’ll just put you in ) right field. I seriously think it’s a rite of passage for boys growing into men.
Ahahhahaahhahaha. That's got to be one of the funniest mental images known to man kind. You're coach must've been a real dick.
When I was around 8 or 9...I use to play outside and usually I'd be free ballin and wouldnt have underwear on. I sat on an ant pile and was getting bit, so I pulled off my pants and started slamming them on the sidewalk. Neighbors were walking by and laughing. My friends were cracking up and my mom walks outside yelling at me to put some underwear on. Sorry Houston-Heights.
there are some funny stories in this. ive always been pretty average in sports (always had a hard time taking anything too serious when people started getting really serious) but recently i played kickball at a work event after having not played in about a million years. i scored several runs and had a few RBI. but i could not catch the ball for the life of me. kept bouncing off my chest in the outfield. i think i just need some practice though catching cause i sucked.
