Hmmm, three possible contenders:
1) I played little league baseball from age 6 until high school. I hit one homer - and it was on my birthday! I still have the ball...
2) I played soccer from age 5 until high school. I scored one goal (at least there I have an excuse - I was a defender), but my mother, who attended every game I played, missed it because she left the sidelines for five minutes when she got stung by a bee.
3) I joined my college's wiffleball league my freshman year. My team was the worst in the league (you may notice a theme here about my athletic prowess) and in one game we faced the number two-ranked team, whose pitcher in the ninth inning also pitched for our school's baseball team. Despite all the odds, I managed to hit a game-winning grand slam with two outs. I think I used up my next 30-years' worth of sports glory in that moment, but it was totally worth it.
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