Originally posted by sasquatch672That's the stuff! Somehow reminded me of the time my brother took me on to the golf course where he was a member. I didn't sign in or pay, as I was supposed to. I teed up at the first and he said to me: "Whatever you do, don't draw attention to yourself."
Eighth grade. Basketball nickname was Rambo. Team down by one, less than ten seconds left to go. Point guard tries to pass to his shooting guard, I steal the ball. Hear the roar of the crowd as I'm going uncontested to the net. Two dribbles, take off between the low post and high post, two steps...right off the bottom of the rim. Life's never been the same.
Cue massive shank and my ball flying off at 45 degree angle and smacking into the roof of some sort of greenkeeper's hut.
Last summer I won the annual tennis league championship at my club in London. To give you an idea how focused I was on winning this thing, the score in the final was 6-2, 6-0 and I was terrified that I'd blown it when I lost my first match point!
It was a great moment for me because I had lost the previous year in the final in three sets and was sure that I would never have another opportunity to come that close.
The presentation and club party happens immediately after the finals, which finish at about 8pm, so you have a shower, and then walk into the party room full of people who have already been drinking for a couple of hours. It was fantastic.
My one and only success on the sports field was when I was about 8 or 9.
At our school we used to play football in lunch break - about 25 a side or something - basically anyone who wanted to.
Come the end of lunch break the teams were tied, so we had a penalty shoot out to decide the winner.
I was in goal merely because nobody else wanted to be - they all wanted to score goals.
Anyway, it must have come down to the last one, and me, a skinny nerdy 8 year old stood up to face the best player in the school - tall, athletic, popular and two or three years older than me. I can still see the sneers now as everybody assumed it was a foregone conclusion.
He took a big run up, belted the ball, I close my eyes and dived - and saved it!!
Everyone went wild, cheering and patting me on the back. I was nearly crying because my hands stung so much.
After that I got a reputation as being good in goal so got stuck there for ever more!
Originally posted by sasquatch672Best story ever.
Eighth grade. Basketball nickname was Rambo. Team down by one, less than ten seconds left to go. Point guard tries to pass to his shooting guard, I steal the ball. Hear the roar of the crowd as I'm going uncontested to the net. Two dribbles, take off between the low post and high post, two steps...right off the bottom of the rim. Life's never been the same.
