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13 years old little league. My dad was the coach.Bottom 6th and i was called in relief for dave martinez (bench coach for rays). as i recall there was 1 out and runners on 2nd and 3rd and we were up by 2 runs. i walked the first 2 batters which walked in the tying run. then it happened. wild pitch and we lose.
i was so upset i took the ball from the catcher and threw it as hard as i could at the ground and started screaming like a baby. it was a night game and there were alot pf parents there. the whole crowd was silent and all you could here was me acting like a fucking baby.
i was'nt embarrasssed but i can never get back or change the way i made my dad feel. i eventually apologized to him years later.still bothers me today and everytime i watched martinez play as a major leaguer and watch the rays play, i remember that night.
I think I have posted this once before. I was in 8th grade basketball. We were an all white catholic school. I never won a game in the two years I played. We were playing an all black catholic school named Immaculate Conception on a Sunday afternoon. How could I forget.
All I could do was shoot 3's. We were getting butt raped as usual. Forget the score. 18 seconds left in the first half, our coach sets up some screen or shit for me to come off of and air ball another three pointer. We actually inbounded the ball and everything, got the ball to me behind the line and I took off the wrong way towards the opposing team's hoop. I almost made the layup before I realized what the fuck I just did.
It should be a scene in a movie or something. The entire crowd was pissing themselves. I remember looking up at my mom and she was laughing her ass off. Thank God my dad and grandfather were not there. At least I kicked ass in little league.
Haha...you suck.
I pulled one of those too on a 10 yard out route in the endzone .
Great reads. All of èm are funny as hell.
Funniest part is taking the beating for the crash an burn. Always had a good sense a humor about that. They laugh...I laugh harder.
Shit, maybe we are long lost brothers.
Man if you could relive one day or sports play in your life and do it again...My bad play was little league and to this day don't think it was my fault,though an Umps' call cost my team the champ game.
Game was tied and manager/coach sent me to SS after I was pitching and probably walked the kid standing on 1st base..not sure I forget,but here I was off second base and the ground ball gets bounced off the pitcher/mound and I run up to make a play on it.Meanwhile the kid on 1st trips rounding the 2nd base bag and I get accused of tripping him and he gets awarded 3rd base.Everone safe.Next pitch a solid hit and we lose.
The kid I 'tripped' is the Ump's son...
I'm holding back/limiting crying in the dugout afterwards..years later,run into my coach at a bar and had some beers and talked about the BS call..It still pisses me off to this day..
Winter. Freshman year. Raining, we're indoors. Coach says kick the volleyball and run to the other end of the gym. The catch it in the air, you're out. I "bunt" and run like hell toward the end of the gym. If they throw it at you and hit you, you're "out".
I look back to make sure I'm not gonna get hit, turn around, and I'm 10 feet from the wall. I was timed 3.6 to first base, 7.0 flat to second. I could go........ Can't slide, I'll break my legs. Jump into the wall, like a layup, I'll break some ribs. So, like an idiot, I stick my arms out.......
It did not turn out well. Broke both my wrists. Earlier in the day, some girl broke her arm, and the school only had two arm-inflatable casts. So the coach was huffing and puffing as they had to put a leg cast on one of my arms!
Haha...you suck. I pulled one of those too on a 10 yard out route in the endzone .
Great reads. All of èm are funny as hell.
Funniest part is taking the beating for the crash an burn. Always had a good sense a humor about that. They laugh...I laugh harder.
Freshman year in high school football. Home game. Our team comes running out on the field through the tunnel of people. I'm looking into the stands and flailing my arms all pumped up, trip, and fall on my face.
Also in high school, playing in a co rec softball tournament in my hometown. We're up 2 runs, bases are loaded with 2 outs. I'm in right center with a girl up to bat. She hits an easy but high flyball right at me. I take one step, give my glove the ol' Rickey Henderson two slaps on the thigh, and figure out at the last second I'm burnt. Try to backpeddle and jumped. Missed the ball, fell on my ass and we lose.
Good times. Thanks for making this thread.
I think I was 12 and was pitching pretty well and we were up 4-1 or something. I ended up getting torched. I think it was 5-4 with the bases loaded. I ended up giving up another double. I was so distraught that I just stood their on the mound with my head down and my hands on my knees. Someone (I still don't know who) threw the ball to me when I wasn't looking (I wasn't even doing my back-up job).....it landed right next to me and went flying over the third base line....another run scores. 
I started bawling and walked off the field
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