1) Ran a 10km run (just over 6 miles) in 44 minutes flat 2 years ago. 2) Half marathon in 1 hour 37 minutes (2 years ago). 3) Beat my schools top baller one on one. This kid won provincial all-star team awards, a couple 2nd team things at tournaments, and lots of honorable mentions at other tournaments. I beat him 11-6 going by 1's and 2's (last year). 4) Got bodychecked into the boards in hockey and almost broke my hip when i smashed right through them...don't know what type of material they were...it was floor hockey...and it's prob not one of my best plays. But damn...it HURT. My team got 2nd in that tournament (16 schools).
There was a bully on the block that tried to imtimidate my baby brother; he was 12, my brother was 10, and I was 13. THe 12 year-old basically shot on my family's basketball rim while my brother told him not to. He gave my brother ****, I came out and told him to go away, or he'll be sorry. He was substantially bigger than I, but he knew to back up or else. Needless to say, he backed up. Other than that, I ran for 3 yards once in an actual football game. And, I also blocked a guy's shot once in basketball. He was a legit 8 inches taller than I. I also scoed the winningoal in a PE soccer class once.
This isn't the best, but it's probably one of the sports moments I remember most vividly. In fifth grade I was playing baseball and was at bat. Pitcher pitched, and I got a nice line drive right over second base. The second-baseman was really tall (5'10 or so in 6th grade), and he jumped as high as he could, but it just went over his glove. I ran to first and took the corner. The minute I did that I was telling myself "WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING!!!", but my legs just kept moving. The center-fielder threw the ball to the second baseman while I was still about 5 steps from second. He stood ready to apply the tag and I slid, head-first right between his legs for the bag. HE NEVER TOUCHED ME!! It was awesome. He was SOOOOO PISSED!!! I ended up scoring after 2 more batters. Another awesome sports memory -- in sixth grade I think. We were playing tackle football (no pads or anything, just a pickup game of tackle football) and I got a pass thrown to me in the flat. I started running and this small guy jumped on me for the tackle. Only, I didn't go down. Neither did he. He rode me piggyback for another sixty yards before I finally tripped. He was just holding on for dear life!!!
7th grade PE Flag Football: Our class was split into five teams and we'd have a round robbin thingy. The team I was one sucked. We sucked real bad. We were 0-4 with one game remaining. We rotated QB's and no one was able to do jack. On the final day of flag football games, we faced the only team that was 4-0, mostly because they had a bunch of players on the 7th grade football teams, including the 7B starting QB. Looking back, we probably shouldn't have picked teams according to friends, because we were the nerdy non-athletic accelerated learning 7th graders...and did I mention yet that we sucked? Anyhow, we had one QB that seemed better at knowing how to throw passes so he was going to be the starter for our last game. He already started once; we lost; but he did okay. Well that day came and he was absent, had a cold or something. So I volunteered to play QB. Nobody thought it was a good idea because I was dropping balls all week, so they assumed that I was just terrible at all aspects of football. I finally convinced enough people to get the starting job, and again, we sucked anyways, so it's not like letting me QB will make a difference right? But I had confindence. I believed in myself. And so on the first play from scrimmage, I let it fly......and it got intercepted. So it looked like we were going to lose again, but strangely, our opponents aka most of the 7th grade B football team, were unable to move the ball. Nerds left and right were making diving tips and we forced them to punt. Offense possession number 2. Even though we had spent a couple of weeks in class learning how to play football, for some reason, no one thinks that way we get on the field. Everyone's just running around like chickens with their heads cut off. So the other teams lone blitzer finishes his "7 MISSISSIPPI"s and starts coming after me. I didn't want to throw another pick, so I side step him and take off towards the right sidelines and gained a good 30 yards before my flag was pulled. Damn I was slow, cause any competent speed would've got at least twice that much. On the very next play, I saw my buddy wide open about 12 yards in front of me yelling at me to throw him the ball. I did. But I threw it 15 yards by mistake. Low and behold I had another receiver running a square in from the left side and caught the ball on the fly perfectly. And he took it to the house. It was our first touchdown ever! We missed the extra point play because I fumbled the snap..it was a bad snap. 7th grade football team B had one last possession win the game, because they could score and complete the extra point. They turned it on and drove down to our 10 yard line with time for one last regulation play. Our team of nerds were valiantly defending, diving, jumping, blitzing, batting away balls...and it came down to one last stand. The ball was snapped. The left side wide out jukked his man was wide open going into the end zone. Kyle (their QB) lofted a beautiful pass that hit him in stride. But it went through his hands, bouncing off his chest and landing harmlessly in the end zone. It was a wonderful feeling. Our first and final win. Against the school football team. And I was the hero QB. Kyle was crying. It was hilarious, wonderful, joyous...the greatest sports moment in my sucky sports life, but I still vividly remember it. Revenge of the Nerds biotch! Revenge of the Nerds.
I kicked this 8 year olds azz in boxing in one round of boxing. I won 21-7 in a game of 21 against my cousin(15years). I won a watermelon seed spitting contest. I chugged a beer faster than my mom. I once took on a whole gallon of ice cream and won. I made staight A's throughout elementary, except for my C's in penmenship. I mowed the lawn twice. I drove a lawn mower down a hill and nearly killed myself. I don't know if that counts as athletic, but I did that stuff well.
In a junior high football game I caught a 63 yard touchdown pass. What was funny about it though was that the ball hit me on me helmt then took a high bounce and I just put my hands out and it landed in my hands and since the DB gave up on me I just ran in for an easy TD.
I was an awesome tennis player in High School, lettered all 4 years. I kicked ass at practice and beat upper classmen. I always choked at the tournaments and never even made it past the quarterfinals of any tournament.
Well i think of two In an intramural tourney in college. we were tied. . .With 2 seconds on the clock . . .my ball hogging teammate hoisted up a prayer. I . . .all 5'11 of me. . . when into the land of the trees and snapped down the rebound. . . .attemped a putback but got hacked to hell. I hit the 1st shot. . . Missed the second [i would like to say on purpose to run the clock out. . but i just f*cked it]. . .but that batted the ball around so much . . we won the game!! the second was in a pick up game. This guy was a smooth shooter. Had a great shot. He did a pretty fadeaway jumper . . I stuffed him like a turkey . . . My friend said he thought i was burnt for sure and was surprised i got it. Rocket River
Maaan. I have a whole bunch of stories from Junior High. I'll start with floor hockey. I don't know why this unathletic sorry ass nerdy kid was a captain. i think he was friends with the coach/pe teacher. We drafted players and stuff. I wanted to play wtih my friends team. I was hoping they would select me, but instead some one else picked me in the fourth round. Thta nerdy boy picked me. The only good real athlete we had was this guy name Jarret. When thta guy picked him, he was like ****, i don't want to play. we played floor hockey season/playoffs for two weeks. there were six or eight teams, i can't remember. I wanted to play goalie, and I did a hell of a good job. I think we may have lost once. Nobody ever scored on me. Sometimes, I would force one of the nerdy boys to play goalie because we had like a five goal lead. As soon as they started scoring goals, I had to get my ass back in. This was in eigth grade now. There is a part two. Part two takes place in High School. It was 11th grade. Man, I am an 11th grader in freaking Gym Class. a damn Junior in Gym class. I remembered my success from jr high, so I decided to volunteer to be a captain. This time, there were only four teams. There was this one guy in gym, who actually played hockey, and I was somewhat friends with him. He was the first pick. He was pissed, I was pissed. I picked third, and pick some hispanic guy. The next guy I picked was his friend. He demanded it. After that, we kept picking scrubs. Anyhoo. I thought we were gonna do good. But man, we sucked. We sucked ass. We won every now and then. But later in the week, we started playing right. I was goalie and It was hard, because the goal was as wide as the freethrow lane. Thank goodness this wasn't FIBA with trapazoid lanes. Yada, yada, yada. we ended up winning that. MVP was me of course. We don't keep track of those. You could say I was the Vezinene or whateer that guys name is winner. Let's backtrack to my sophomore year. I didn't have gym that year. I had some computer class. A microsoft office class. It was called BCA then, but now they call it BCIS or some other ****. It was December and exam time. And we were prepping up for it and ****. YOu didn;t actually have to be in class. So I figured, I might as well go see my friends in gym class. Infact, most of my friends were in Gym Class. the class lasted 90 minutes or something because it was fourth period, I dunno. I didn't get to play in the first game. That pissed me off. I went to the other end of the gym where they were just shooting, and me a few friends took over a goal. I apologize to the kids that were playing there. The other game eventually ended so they decided to come play here. We played four on four. It was the four white guys vs the one black guy, two asian guy, and a chubby limp bizkit fan. I remember my stat line still. One Point, 12-15 rebounds, 7 or 8 assists, 2 steals, and 5 blocks. Three of those five blocks were emphatic. Two of them were tips. There was this tall kid. His name is Kevin. He is left handed. He posts up alot because he is tall. But what he does is so strange. He turns left to shoot it. Corey, the Limp Bizkit fan, the chubby guy. He sucked. even though he made one three pointer shot. Russell the black guy. He was allright, He could shoot it. the other asian guy did allright. He shot it well. I blocked everybody on their team once. I got the skinny white guy twice. I can't think of anything else.
This past Friday I was playing softball and my team was tied for first place with the current running champs. We played them once already and won the first meeting but they won the second one. Well, we were losing by 3 runs in the last inning we had tied it up and there was 1 out I had made it to second base and the guy behind me hit a pop fly to left center pretty far back...I tagged up and didn't stop at 3rd I kept going the throw came in and I slid and the catcher dropped the ball trying to tag me. Game was over we are now the new champions. I got a major cherry on my thigh but it was well worth it.
I remember another story. This one is from Seventh Grade in Jr High School. It was a three on three basketball tourney in gym class. We picked our own team mates. I picked my friends. A chunky tub of lard headbanger, and some skaterish kinda guy. Which was his friend. Man did we suck. The skaterish kinda guy, his name is Dustin. He was actually allright. Jimmy, the big guy, was pretty sorry. He kept traveling and picking the ball up, and then putting the ball back on the floor. I am glad they didn't call it or else would we never be on offense. We are a bunch of seventh graders, and our next game was against some bigger, taller, more athletic Eigth graders. Man, I thought we were going to get our ass KICKED. I kept hitting outside shots, and Dustin would get some inside shots. Jimmy, well, he did nothing, except take the ball out. What was funny about that was the next day, we were playing the SORRIEST scrubbiest team in gym. AND WE LOST TO THEM. I felt like a r****d. Oh well. In eigth grade gym, you either had to play touch football, or soccer. I decided to go play soccer because the last time I played football, I had a whole bunch of scrubs. I chickened out of football, because I was scared of being on a sorry team. In soccer, there were only two teams. This is how it was basically devided up. White Captain drafted white folks, and when the White Captain drafted a hispanic person, they were pissed. Hispanic Captain drafted hispanic people. Now where does this leave me? Because I knew who was the captain of the team, the Hispanic guy picked me. some seventh grade chump was the captain of the team. Anyhoo, in the first game, we beat the other team an amazing 2-nil. TWO!!!. guess who scored those two goals? IT wasn't me. But that nil, it was alllll me. I was the goal keeper, and I had three saves. I made a save on a corner kick. They corner kicked in, and then kicked it in and I saved it. The next day, we played again. We lost though. Some guy on the other team was on a breakaway somewhat, and he was dribbling it real slow, trying to measure me and the goal. He sailed it over my head, kinda like a chip shot. I jumped up and backwards and put my hands on it, but the ball went over my finger tips still, and I fell on my back, and the ball slowlyed hit the inside post and rolled in. I could have gotten back on my feet and fetch the ball before going in, but i just laid down there, and stared at the ball. Let me think of some more.
