high_jinx

For me it was indoor soccer.

I started AYSO when i was 7, and i was never very good at it. i just didn't have the stamina for the huge field.

but when i discovered YMCA indoor soccer @ age 11, everything changed. i wasn't the biggest kid, but i had exceptional agility and quickness over short spurts. over a 3 year run, my team was undefeated and i was the captain and center forward.

My best moment within that time came about midway through my "career"... where i ended up scoring 3 goals in the first 2 minutes of the game. The first 2 were the usual work the ball up with triangle and bank passes and score. the 3rd one was my greatest moment in sports...

I scored on the kickoff from half court.

I really don't know what came over me. The idea popped in my head, my wingman initiated the opening tap over to me, i saw the line, and i just let loose. Their goalie's eyes got big as saucers, he dove, and my shot rocketed past his fingers into the upper right sweet spot of the net.


That was mine... i just thought it'd be fun to write down, and see if there were any other "hall of fame" moments people wanted to share.

Anyone?

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PonyPotato

I had a great season of indoor soccer the winter of my senior year of high school. I hadn't played in 3 years and got a team together to play in the "fun" intramurals league at a local field. I also joined a girls' team and played random games before/after my own if another team needed another female.

One evening I played four games in a row. Scored at least one goal in each game. I just kept going and going.. never lost my momentum. It was a great night.

I also have had some really great personal moments in equestrian competition. My most recent competition involved winning a national championship in IHSA, but my favorites definitely involved beating the pants off of people with expensive horses with my little inexpensive pony (or horse, later) that I trained myself. Even riding at home, those moments when everything comes together and produces something amazing are cherished.

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eribrav

It happened when I was 10 and it's been mostly downhill ever since.

I was playing rec league baseball. We were in an important game, maybe one of the final games of the season.

I came up late in the game with 2 outs and the bases loaded. I don't remember the score at the time but it was close.

I hit the ball further than I can ever remember having hit before. It was an opposite field shot that went way over the right fielder's head.

Grand slam!

MontanaXVI

Probably the time I got asked to play softball by a buddy of mine for his church team......

I was playing 5 nights a week at the time, and not a bad player to begin with all the extra PT was helping my game out a lot.

I am a pretty competitive person when it comes to playing sports so I probably shouldn't have even went to a church league to play. These guys were having waaaaaaay too much fun getting their asses kicked by all the other teams on a weekly basis.

So I go out the first time (and last) and my buddy tells the guy who runs the team bat him first and me second, worst comes to worst we get in a run at least since I have a pretty heavy stick. So the guy proceeds to bat me last in the lineup and I get pretty pissed off. After about the 6th inning when I finally get up to bat and we are down about 40-2 I let rip on this ball like the mighty Lord himself hit it with a bolt of lightning. This ball shot off my bat like I have never hit a ball before or since it flies over the left fielders head and heads toward an old rock quarry a good 100 feet PAST the 300 foot outfield fence. I hear my buddy jumping and screaming "OHSHITOSHITOHSHIT it it going in the water".

I walk the bases and end up on third base where the guy who runs the team is standing telling me to head on home, I stop on 3rd and tell him "Don't ever bat me fucking last again".

Needless to say I never played in that church league again, but it was the farthest I ever hit a ball and it was a great feeling watching it soar into the heavens.

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Fotzlid

Mine was while playing soccer sometime around when I was in the 4th or 5th grade. Must have been 50 kids playing during recess. I kicked the ball towards the net and remember at leat 15 legs sticking out to stop it and all missed, including the goalie. Won the game.
The rest of my sporting career is nothing more than a string of humiliating embarrasments of ineptitude.

Eweser

My big moment was in the finals of the softball state tournament my senior year. We were down to one out and we had two runners on base, down by 4 runs. You know those dreams you have when you're growing up about hitting the winning home run. It was like that, except we needed one more runner on base to tie. I was super-disappointed at the time, but looking back now, it was pretty awesome. I often wonder what my life would have been like had I not hit a home run. I think any confidence I might have had at the time would have been gone. I actually got recruited to play at college, mostly from my state tournament play that year.

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Ace_O_Spades

While I was always a good athlete, I had the misfortune of playing for some AWFUL teams.

Football - My greatest personal achievement was this play, that requires some setting up:

I was playing right defensive end, and the play was a quick hitch to the right wide-out. The tackle cut blocked me, but my defensive linemate got great penetration so the QB had to pull the ball down to avoid getting sacked by him. I got off the cut block and nailed him HARD from behind. After sacking the QB, I realized that they were running the same play. So I called to the QB and said, "Hey BITCH! I'm coming for you again, and after I bury you I'm going to fuck your girlfriend and bury your family!"

After the snap I full on hurdled the cut block and got a HUGE clean shot at the QB from his blind side, he fumbled and we recovered. I did a huge victory dance over his lifeless corpse. Oh, good times.... The moments a defensive player lives for.

Second to this was getting recognized by British Columbia by receiving the Jim Young scholarship to go to SFU, as well as a Football BC Millenium Scholarship for most outstanding student athlete.

Track and Field - I was the 2002 BC Juvenile Triple-Jump champion. That was good times as well... But track was never as fun as football.

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fresnelly

Playing baseball around the age 15:

I was playing second base and there was a runner on third with two outs when the batter nailed a hot grounder that bounced hard to the right of me. I reached in a full extension and snagged it out of the air, reeled around and threw a perfect strike to the plate, just in time for the catcher to tag out the sliding base-runner.

On paper the play may not be so remarkable but it was exhilarating to pull off. It all happened so fast and my body was on autopilot.

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Ace_O_Spades

On the contrary... I can see that play visually in my head and it sounds pretty spectacular.

I loved those moments in baseball when you were on autopilot and made something happen.

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thespian86

Mine is when I was 14 playing football.

Where I come from there is a river separating two sides of the city; one is mostly residential (the north side), where I lived, and the other side is a mix of residential and commercial (the south side). Of course, this means a lot of rivalry between the north side high school LHHS and the south side high school FHS. I played for the LHHS Lions as a Defensive end/Middle Linebacker and I'll tell you, that was the only season where the Lions were ever any good; we had, now starting quarterback of the Ottawa GeeGee's Josh Sacobe, as well as several others, including myself, who all made the atlantic level Gladiators (which is similar to the NCAA's All American). At this point I was only in my first year of high school, and the only one on the varsity team in grade nine (or grade ten for that matter).

Every year we have a thing called "The North-South Bowl" in which we compete for a big cup; it is a regular season game between the two teams but it is still very important. That game is the most memorable of my life.

FHS had an even better team then us, they go undefeated almost every season, win provincials every five (LHHS is a hockey school) and in that game we just clicked. I had nine tackles, three sacks, a fumble forced on one that I recovered and almost ran back, and two interceptions, and since I played both ways (as full back) had eight rushes for 74 yards and one rushing touchdown. We won the game on Josh's (who also had an incredible game), Chris Munn's (our starting receiver), and my own performances. We got the cup and ran around the field and all got medals. But that wasn't it.

My moment was a two-fer. I was following my strong side tackle on a sweep to the right when he opened a gap for me and I let loose about twenty yards from the end zone. The strong safety spotted me and was considerably faster then me and when he was about to wrap me I gave him a bone crushing stiff arm. People said they could hear it on the bench. He went down like a sack of potatoes and I was stopped about three yards from the end zone by a corner. I took the next play off, Josh scored, they kicked, the kicked off, and on the next play I was on the field after then run, as middle linebacker, I hit that prick Bobby Macintyre (QB of FHS) so hard that he cried, he dropped the ball, I recovered, and almost ran it back which set up my touchdown run.

It was perhaps the most unbelievable game I have ever played in. I'm all choked up just writing about it.

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The_Jazz

I actually spent a while thinking about this, trying to figure out what qualifies as my own *personal* moment. I won state championships in high school, conference championships in college, hardware at nationals and 3 years after college won several hundred dollars in prize money at various races, outright won a road race with 19,000+ runners and was on pace through mile 15 to qualify for the Olympic Trials in a marathon. But while I'm proud of those accomplishments, I think I'm most proud of a cross country workout:

My junior year of college, in the tuneup meet before conference, the consensus decision was to "run through it", i.e. not actually race but treat it as a hard workout. It was designed to teach negative miles splits (each mile being faster than the last) over a 5 mile course. The first mile was at supposed to be at 6:15 with each mile getting 15 seconds faster than the last and the last mile being as hard as you could go.

In the first mile, a pack of about 10 of us ran at the absolute back of the field. It was basically our varsity team, a few alternates and some of the guys that made the team as great as it was by being making up for their lack of talent with being the heart and sould of the team. We coasted through the first mile on pace and picked it up for the second. By the end of 4th mile, 6 of us had pulled within striking distance of the biggest lead pack.

I ran the last mile in 4:42 over hills and on grass. After having run 4 miles leading up to that. It wasn't good enough to win (one of my teammates did 4:31 and got the V), but it was good enough for 4th place.

The team was banned from that race by the organizers who didn't like the fact that we didn't take it seriously and tried to "show up" the home team. And the fact that we were back at that course 2 weeks later for Regionals and won that made it even more sweet.

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I call it, "A glitch in the Matrix"

Once a week, my platoon would have a pickup game of flag football. I had speed, but the rest of my skills as a reciever were subpar to the point that my platoon sergeant once commented that throwing the ball to me was riskier than taking a bus in downtown Jerusalem.

Our reserve center wasn't too far from Kennedy Airport, and back when the concorde flew, it was like clockwork that every morning at 8 am, a deafening roar would come from above as it took off and flew directly over the reserve center. This morning was different, though. Five minutes after the concorde took off, a second one came roaring overhead (which never happens), and then reality changed.

It was a career game. On defense, I tipped three passes and caught an interception for a touchdown. On offese, I was like Randy Moss, just pulling down everything that was near me. David Tyree's helmet catch was nothing compared to what I was doing that day. The highlight of my day was when a pass appeared to have been overthrown to me in the end zone. I jumped up in a crowd of defenders and pulled down an amazing touchdown pass with one hand. I was an unexplainable human highlight reel.

The next morning, everything was back to normal and I was once again my old unathletic self, dropping passes and being as risky as a bus ride in downtown Jerusalem.

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Bees

I really can't remember any moments of personal sports glory probably because I am not a very good athlete but I do love to to compete in sports.

So I want to tell about a totally inglorious moment instead; I hope that is okay.

It was the end of the summer after high school. I went to a picnic with a bunch of people to celebrate all of us going off to college. We were drinking beer and after a while some guys and I started playing touch football. We chose up sides and pretty soon the game started getting a little too competitive. Pretty soon some guys started calling out to play tackle instead of touch. I was the last guy that held out for touch so tackle it was.

On the ensuing kick off the ball came right to me and I caught it and made a couple of good dekes and was headed downfield towards the end zone. All of a sudden I was blindsided by a flying tackle and went hard to the ground. A couple of guys piled on and I heard and felt a distubing thing. It was my collar bone breaking.

I went to the emergency room and I was fitted with a terribly uncomfortable wrap that went under both armpits and was cinched up in the back to keep my shoulders up instead of sagging so the bone would mend properly. I called it a bra for some reason. I'm a pretty big guy and my "bra" gave me the look in the shoulders that you would see on the Frankenstein monster. I started calling myself Lurch.

To make matters worse I had been hiking in the foothills of the Sierra Nevada the day before the picnic and I came in contact with the dreaded "Poison Oak". By the time my first college classes started my face was broken out with some pretty bad patches of poison oak.

You can imagine what I looked like when I walked into my classes.

Think the girls were impressed?

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Sion

I pleyed one year of junior vasity football. I wasn't very good: too slow, too short, too chubby, couldn't jump...you get the idea. I rode the pine like nobodies business. And our team wasn't very good either; I think we won 3 games that season. One game (I think it might have the last of the season) we were up by 2 or 3 touchdowns very late in the game. I finally got a chance to play. 3rd down and long and the other team ran up the middle. I was playing middle linebacker. The defensive tackle in front of me grabbed the running back for a 2 or 3 yard gain, but he was still upright and struggling for more when I came in and knocked him over to garner my ONLY stat for the year: 1/2 tackle.

and that is MY moment of sports glory.

admit it, yinz all wanna be just like me.

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Nikilidstrom

Mine is a toss up. The first time I took first place in the 800m for Varsity track was also the first time I ever ran it, which suprised the hell out of me because outside of running cross country in the offseason, I hadn't run over a 400m in a meet. My parents were in the stands, and it was a large invitational, so being a sophomore in high school, it felt like the freakin Olympics.

The other great moment I would have to say was helping my 4x800m relay team win at the CMU Invitational, which was a pretty big deal when I was in high school, because very few schools qualified to go based on best times during the year. I wasn't even supposed to be on the 4x800m team, I was there with the 4x400m, but they used me as an alternate when one of our guys was injured running another relay earlier in the day. I remember damn near blowing the hand off because I took off too fast, but I ended up putting in my best 800m time, one that I only matched one other time in regionals that year.

Derwood

i was the worst athlete ever as a kid, so in my entire 2 season little league career, i hit one home run (not even over a fence, just split a gap and ran) and caught one fly ball

pointbock69

winning the championship game in little league as a 11 year old

absorbentishe

Well, I was pretty good growing up, but didn't make varsity anything in HS though. Baseball was my fav, until I found golf. But my moment was playing Softball for my church team.

I was always batting toward the end of the line up, because I could hit, and get runs in. In this one game, I was 6 for 7, with my only HR ever. It was an inside the park HR, but it was a stand up! I had 11 rbi's, and we won the game. I also had a 2 triples and 2 doubles, one single. That was a fun game!

Scorps

Mine came back when I was 18 are AAA hockey team won the championship with only 2 loses, no better feeling then being the Captain of a winning team and setting a record for most wins in a season.

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guy44

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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BurntToast

My story too.

My moment came at the end of the season... and not on the field.

I was the blocking dummy during practice for the whole year... most of the seniors on the team would pound me all day long trying to get me to give up. Well what I didn't have in skill I made up for in heart. After the last practice of the year all of the seniors lined up and talked to the other players. When they got to me they made a huge deal about me not quitting the team. The respect level shot up a few notches for the rest of my time in high school. No one really messed with me after that.

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kligger

mine would probably have to be my last year of high school winning ofssa rugby (that means all of ontario champions, i assume there arent alot of ontario people on here) but anyways winning the gold medal in pouring rain in front of our home crowd of at least 300 was amazing, took 5 years to accomplish and develop our program but was worth all the effort in the end, never forget that day for as long as i live

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What city/school did you go to?

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FlatLand Flyer

I was a catcher in baseball. When I was young there used to be a show on ESPN in the morning on Saturday or something. Anyway, it was instructional in nature. One episode was catcher and how to block pitches in the dirt. For some reason I really studied it and put it to practice. 9th grade pitchers aren't very good and often throw in the dirt. So I got good at blocking pitches with no regard for bruises/pain that may stem from doing it. One game there was a runner on first. As the pitcher throws a pitch, runner goes. Pitch in the dirt. I block it and and throw a bullet from my knees to the 2nd baseman and he tags him out. Even the opposing fans and coaches came up to me to tell me what a great play that was.

I will never forget it.

Football was my sport though. I was almost the biggest kid on the varsity team. Our coaches philosophy for whatever reason was to use small fast kids as defensive lineman except shortfield/goal line situations, which still was rare. One game he calls for the hogs when the other team was on our 3 yard line. I always wanted to be a d-lineman, so when I get in there I was really psyched up. At the snap, I knock the guard right on his ass and destroy the running back. No fumble, but they did miss the field goal.

Still didn't get to play d-line regularly though.

Sion

your coach wasn't very good, was he?

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Mister Coaster

I think mine is yet to come. My neighbors just formed a softball team and most of us have never played before, or have had quite some time off since their last time. Me? I played little league in 3rd & 4th grade, thats it. So far we have gotten spanked in our 2 games, we suck. As for personal glory... I play catcher and I caught a popup behind the plate. I also swang for the fences but the ball only puttered out about half way between the pitcher and catcher (swinging bunt) and I legged it out.

Other than that I have 4 bowling trophies... from Jr High.

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Strange Famous

um...

played football for South Suffolk youth team
scored a couple of 50's in 40 over cricket
won the championship in a local badminton league

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Martian

Playing cricket is a moment of glory in and of itself. I'm a member of the commonwealth and I still find that bloody game to be nigh-incomprehensible.

My own moments? Well, last summer I posted some decent times cycling across towns. I believe my best was about 10:30 or so; I could've done better if it weren't for the traffic lights. That's over a distance of 3 miles or so and most of it uphill.

The last time I can recall playing baseball I hit a home run. That was when I was 9. It was a class game and we didn't have fences, so I didn't realize at first that it was a home run until it occurred to me that I could have the bases run twice over by the time the outfielders got to it.

I used to be a decent goalie in shinny and/or soccer games, but no one particular moment stands out above any other. Too many games, and more focus on having fun than keeping score or worrying about specific moments of glory.

I was never in any organized leagues, opting for music as my extra-curricular activities even at a very early age. I'm sure this surprises no one.

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Jenna

My first hat trick when I played ice-hockey back in the day.

I miss playing so much. Sigh.

silent_jay

I have lots of great sports memories, mostly involving hockey, let's see played semi-pro back in the day for the Flint Generals, played in the OHL and QMJHL, got to hit Mark Osborne when he played for Saginaw and then have him chase me down the ice calling me a chicken shit kid, first fight in the UHL was a blast, first game, first shift, first fight, had 2 more fights my first game. Won the regional Silver Stick a bunch of times as a kid, went to Detroit, Port Huron for the Championships, played in Lake Placid on the Olympic Rink when I was about 6 or 7, they had an international tourney there of some type. Haven't played the game in 10 years, left Flint, left the game.

Yeah that's about all my rambling, it may be hard to read, but I had a hard time picking just one moment.

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FlatLand Flyer

Got canned following my senior season.

Nikilidstrom

I can undertand leaving Flint, any sane man with the means would, but if you loved the game and were so good at it, why would you give it up? I only wish I had been a better skater to make playing on anything more than a rec league a reality.

silent_jay

I was getting sick of my role in the game, in Jr. A and Jr. B I was a fighter but I could also get 20 goals a year, as well as stick up for my teammates. Then when I had my first conversation with my coach in Flint, one of the first things he asked me is if I liked to drop the gloves becauuse he was told by my agent that I was a decent fighter, I responded yes I didn't mind fighting, but I was more than a fighter, I could also play the game. Didn't really get much of a chance to show how well I could play the game, but I did get to showcase how well I could fight. When I left Flint they wanted me to go back to my Jr. team and come back next year to play for them again, instead I threw my gear in my parents basement and haven't touched it in 10 years.

I did love the game, but the game was brutal on me, both my shoulders pop out of place if I look at them the wrong way (left one has popped about 9 or 10 times, right one about 6 or 7), arthritis in my knees, and many other places, hands that are constantly still from bouncing them off helmets, kind of missed the old days when the game was for fun and nothing was on the line, unfortunately now that I'm done playing competitively I can't just play in a rec league, I still have that urge to hammer anything that crosses the blue line with its head down, so instead I don't play, and don't really miss it oddly enough.

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healer

It's quite sad that no one moment immediately springs to mind. I would've hoped that there's been at least one moment of utter greatness that I could brag about.

There was this one game of Indoor Cricket a few years ago (get ya head around that, Martian. ). I know that expecting any of you to know the rules of Indoor Cricket would be pushing my luck. For the purposes of this story, however, all you need to know is that everytime you lose your wicket, you lose 3 runs.

So there we were, in the last over of the game, one ball remaining. We were in the field, my best friend was bowling and I was fielding at short leg. We had defended our measly 67 runs well up to that point, but we were losing ground. The opposing team had already made 69 and with only one ball remaining all they had to do was block it to win.

So the ball gets bowled, gets fended off to the leg side past my right hand. It hit the net and the batsmen set off for a run. In one swift motion I "swatted" the ball as it was coming off the net and hit the base of the leg stump, running out the non-striker and winning us the game.

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In high school I played powder puff football, and I was proud of myself for stopping the quarterback. And don't let the term "powder puff" fool you ... we girls grew our fingernails as long as we could before the games.

Bungee jumping 15 years ago...I was just proud that I'd actually jumped. I look at the video now and wonder WTF was going through my head at the time. Geez, was it really that long ago? *counting on fingers* Yep.

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Dammitall

It's probably a toss-up between holding my own at team handball in a high school PE class full of boys twice my size, and holding my own against the same class of boys playing ultimate frisbee.

More recently I would include scaling an indoor climbing wall for the first time last year, considering how much trouble I had the last time I tried, back in junior high PE class.

I've had the nerdy musical talent my whole life and have always wanted to be a good athlete.

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Milnoc

My moment of glory happened playing dodgeball when I was 11! Everyone was taken out except me an the kid on the opposing team. We were dodging the ball for what seemed like a full five minutes until a member of my team finally managed to clobber the last kid! Everyone was so impressed by my dodging abilities that they actually carried me off the field!

It might have been just a game played in the schoolyard during lunch, but I'll never forget being enthusiastically lifted up in the air. It was probably the happiest and most exciting day of my young life.

The next day, everyone hated me as usual.

Psycho Dad

I once scored 4 touchdowns in a single game at Polk High. /bundy

All I can think of is we went undefeted in HS football through the regular season and then did a Patriots at state. And then one time I made out with a basketball player's girlfriend.

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Sticky

I think that when these moments happen you have trancended to another level of playing. You see everything and you know what is going to happen before it happens.

I remember playing flag football in camp on Football day whe I was 13 or 14. They split the whole camp into two teams and the people on either team from the same age group play each other. Maybe it was 10 on 10 in our age group which means you most of us played both sides (offence and defense).

Anyway we were playing defense and they were pressing really far into our zone. I am covering a wide receiver and the ball come to him and my instant reaction is to reach out and bat the ball down. So I do.
Then I realize, I could have caught it.
Then come the moment where I am just able to see everything and knw what is going to happen. I know they are going to throw to the same guy again (not becuase they were throwing to him alot but I just know). I am ready. The play starts I run back keeping close to the receiver and the ball is coming. I know I am going to catch it. I step in between him and the ball and catch it and then start running. I run the whole way up the field and score. It was a smaller field but I ran what would be equivalent to about 70yards.

What else feels as good as a defensive touchdown?


My official moment in sports?
I was really never great at sports but I did make the school basketball team in grade 8. I am sure it was becuase I knew the coach and he felt sorry for me. Anyway I rode the pine for probably 95% of the season. Last game, I am in for a few minutes and I realize I have not officially been part of any game. I have not done anything in anygame that would get me on the scorecard. I think I may have only had on shot attempt all season. So, in order to have my official moment I pushed the guy with the ball and received a foul.

It is official. I played high school ball and I have the stats to prove it.

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Sticky The Stickman

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Playing on 3 City league basketball chamionship teams in my 20's. Coaching my daughters softball team to back-to-back u-14 championships.