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Originally posted by Sen
there was a very loud CRACK
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I agree - you win. Damn, dude...
My worst moment as a youngster was a 5000 meter relay I was anchoring. The guy had a good 10 paces on me when I got the baton and I just dug in slow and steady... caught him and passed him. I figure I had at least a 3 pace lead when I felt a weird pop in my right leg and I went down in a heap. Hammie. Fuck. I had him, too.
A few years ago in a mtn bike race, I was passing a guy on the outside on a fairly narrow trail, going uphill. I was doing OK, but the trail started to crumble under the tire... feeling the loss of traction, I dug in, which only made things happen faster. Short story: the rear end of the bike started down the embankment first. I managed to get out of the clips, plant a foot and get off the bike, but when I sat up a few hundred feet down the hill, I had a 2nd degree AC separation in my left shoulder.
I remember filling in at FS in a h.s. football game and after two series, I was reading the QB perfectly and I _knew_ he was going over the middle, so I just hung out, trying to be as small as possible, spotted the A route and stepped in front of the receiver just as the ball got in the air - caught it on a dead run and beat everyone around the left end and it was open field between me and the goal line, about 60 yards away. As I was closing in, I felt some heat coming in from my right and, trying to avoid a strip, shifted the ball to my left side... and then it was gone. Just lost the handle on it, inside the 10. That was the longest walk to a sideline in my life...simultaneously one of the best plays I ever made... and the worst.