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Gastrolithuanian
Location: low-velocity Earth orbit
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What is your worst sports moment?
Hail Citizens!
I still have not fully recovered from the Houston Oilers loss to the Buffalo Bills on January 3, 1993. The Oilers had built a 35-3 with a minute and 41 seconds gone by in the second half. Being a lifetime Oiler fan I was still nervous. I remember thinking, "one more score and we should be in the clear." That is when the Bills, led by their backup quarterback Frank Reich, began what is known now as the greatest comeback in NFL playoff history. There were some terrible calls that aided the Bills but the blame can only be placed on my beloved team. My stomach still tightens just to think about it. Sad, considering my team is no more. Go Texans! -GH Anyone else haunted by personal sports demons? Last edited by Giant Hamburger; 07-15-2003 at 10:13 PM.. |
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Insane
Location: Midwest
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I was on the front row, 40 yard line Chief's sideline for the 2nd round loss to the Colts in 95. We had compiled a 13-3 record w/ a 1st round bye and home field throughout the playoffs. Our kicker at the time, Linn Elliott, missed 3 short field goals, any one of which would have won the game. At least 1, if not more of them, was shorter than an extra point.
The funny part is that the Chiefs released him after the game and he was invited to Vikings camp the following year. He hit an overtime field goal in a pre-season game and told the reporters that it "was for all those people in KC that didn't think he could hit a high pressure kick." What incredible nerve to blow three kicks in the playoffs and then try to make up for it with a preseason kick. What an idiot. By the way, where is Linn Elliott now?......Exactly.
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Upright
Location: Boone, NC
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As a Raiders fan I would have to say all the hype that led up to last years super bowl and then the awful display that they put on. I think if they had played like they did the rest of the playoffs then they would have kicked tampa's ass. Dissapointing!
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Psycho
Location: DC
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Jerome Brown passing away before the 1993 NFL season. I firmly believe if he stayed around, those early 90s Eagles could've been even more of a Super Bowl contender.
The Fog Bowl loss to the Bears. There's no way that game should've been played. The 87 Stanley Cup when the Flyers lost to the Oilers and I saw family members cry, some for the first time. Seeing the Sixers get to the finals and have them go up against the Lakers. Sure, Game 1 was nice. Then reality hit. 93, when Joe Carter hit the game winning HR off that schmuck Mitch Williams. I think I hit the cycle for Philadelphia sports. See, if you're a Philly sports fan, 95% of your memories are bad. |
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Psycho
Location: Sinaloa, Mexico
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Yeah I didn't really like it when the Cowboys lost to the Texans this past year. That sucked ass. I couldn't believe it, I really couldn't. Dammit, why did you make me think of it again?
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Loose Cunt
Location: North Bondi RSL
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You guys prob wont understand what i'm talking about but here goes...
AFL, 1999: My beloved Essendon was putting together a team that would only lose 6 games in 3 seasons, but came up against a mediocre, but spirited Carlton team (one of our arch-enemies for the last 120 years) in the preliminary final (the qualifying game for our 'superbowl' - the Grand Final). We ended up losing by a point, which isn't much when the scores usually get 100+. This put them into the GF where they got killed by North Melbourne... who would've had no chance against us. This started a trend which still pisses me off no end. We only lost 5 more games in 2.5 years, but one of those was the 2001 GF to Brisbane. Fuck that loss in September 1999 still pisses me off... invincible team for 3 seasons and only one championship... Go the Bombers! (and go Mark Johnson, you good thing) ![]()
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What's easier to believe: that a guy was born without sex in the manner of several Greek demigods and grew up to be able to transmute liquids and alter his body density yet couldn't escape government execution, or that three freemasons in a vehicle made with aluminum foil in an era before digital technology escaped our atmosphere, landing on the moon, broadcasted from there, and then flew back without burning up? Last edited by Meridae'n; 07-16-2003 at 03:12 AM.. |
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you can't see me
Location: Illinois
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No "couch potato" moments for me, but I have a personal one.
I played baseball at the Y one year. They had a draft and our coach had the last pick, so we were supposed to be the worst team in the league. We ended up winning all of our games except for the last one. They put me in at catcher, where I had never played before, and a guy stole home on a wild pitch for the winning run. We still won the league, but it sucked to not be undefeated.
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That's right - I'm a guy in a suit eating a Blizzard. F U. Last edited by grayman; 07-16-2003 at 06:40 AM.. |
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Tilted
Location: Ottawa, ON, Canada
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My worst is also probably the first one I remember. 1988, hearing about a Canadian, Ben Johnson win the gold medal in the 100m dash. Then, a day later, finding out he's a balless motherfucker who cheated on 'roids.
I've had a serious hate on for performance enhanced athletes ever since... |
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Gastrolithuanian
Location: low-velocity Earth orbit
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Re: And here was I thinking...
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I was 7 years old playing little league baseball. It was the bottom of the 6th inning, 2 outs and I was at the plate. I still remember the pitchers full name. He was preternaturally large and had a mean fast ball for peewee league. A storm was coming. I could see the dark clouds gathering just behind the centerfield fence and the wind picked up as I stepped into the batter's box. I struck out swinging to end the game. Oof. I will never forget it. It was a quiet ride home after the game. -GH |
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Insane
Location: Midwest
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Here's my actual worst moment...
I had been talking with the St. Louis Cardinals' scouts about getting looked at for their minor league system because I had a fastball in the mid 90 mph range. Since I went to a college that didn't have a team (a whole other story altogether) they recommended that I pitch one season in an amateur league and had scheduled a tryout after that season. During that amateur season, in a night game in September, I had pitched a good first inning and then had to sit for a while during our at bat because we scored a few runs. When I went back out for the top of the 2nd, my arm didn't feel quite right. I thought it was just cold from sitting, so I decided to pitch through it thinking it would warm up. After getting 2 outs, I decided that I should take myself out of the game in between innings and figure out what was wrong with my arm. I told our 3rd basemen (who was one of our relievers) what I was going to do and he offered to come in right then. We already had 2 outs and I didn't want him to have to come in without getting warm so I told him not to worry about it, I'd get the next batter and then I'd be done. I worked the batter to a 2-2 count and my catcher called a fastball. I figured, no problem-lights out. During the pitch, as my arm passed by my head, there was a very loud CRACK -- my humerous (the large bone between your elbow and shoulder) literally shattered. Thoughts of Dave Dravecky went through my mind as I obviously knew what happened. 2 surgeries and 2 years of rehab later, I still have scar tissue that I haven't been able to work out to get my mechanics back. Interestingly, though, my right arm is now about 2 inches longer because of the initial cast they put on my arm that stretched it out before it started to grow back together. That is, without a doubt, my worst sports experience.
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Addict
Location: Boston
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1. Glen Wesley missing an open net in overtime of game 1 of the 1990 Stanley Cup Finals
2. Marvin Hagler getting jobbed in the Sugar Ray fight 3. 1985 World Series, game 6, terrible call at first base which allowed the Royals to come back on the Cards and eventually win the series 4. That idiotic official throwing a flag 4 seconds after the play ended in the National Championship game this year 5. Clark's catch over Everson Walls in the 1981 NFC title game 6. Watching Ray Bourque win the Cup with a different team than the one that he promised to finish his career with
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Bang bang
Location: New Zealand
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Re: And here was I thinking...
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Insane
Location: Midwest
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Llama
Location: Cali-for-nye-a
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Personally:
Back in high school, being up by 3 in the bottom of the seventh (last inning in high school), I am put in to get the save. I get the first guy to groundout. The second guy reaches on an error, the third guy singles, and then I walk the fourth guy to load the bases. Then I promptly give up a game winning grand slam on the first pitch to the next batter. I literally puked after that game. As a fan there are a couple kind of unobvious ones that sucked for me for some reason: 1. Watching the Bulls dismantle the Lakers in the '91 finals. I didn't want the Lakers dynasty to end. 2. The '93 Stanley Cup Finals: Kings win game one, then get 'shafted' by the curved stick debacle in game two, and then John LeClair of the Canadiens covers the puck in the crease, IIRC, in overtime of Game 3, which should've been a penalty shot. Kings end up losing Games 2,3, and 4 in OT and the series 4-1.
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Sir
Location: Colorado Springs, CO
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The Situation:
3rd Down, 16 yards to go. 4:22 left in the second quarter. Wildcats (*my old high school*) over Rams 24 - 10. The play was a "Phantom 22 End Cross" -- left flanker goes 10 yards, makes a cut towards the center, right tight end runs a 20 yard sideline route to drag the MLB over, and the right flanker (*me*) runs for 15 yards then makes a sharp break to the center (*to try and overlap the defense*). The ball is snapped, and we all take off. Franklin looks over the routes, and tosses it to me in the middle of the field. (*us receivers aren't supposed to worry about the hit we're about to take... just catch the ball... ![]() Then it all happened... The CB hit me in the middle of the back, and at the same time, the LOLB hit me in the legs... Next thing I know I'm on the ground, and he's like "hey dude, you're bleeding". I look down, mmm... blood. Rolled up my pant leg, and there it was, blood everywhere, and my shattered knee looking at me. (*ewwww*) Then my ex-girlfriend, who was a cheerleader (*of course*) ran over crying and screaming, then I passed out. I woke up early the next morning to find out that I now had a metal plate behind my knee... -- FIN --
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pinche vato
Location: backwater, Third World, land of cotton
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1985 Iron Bowl between Auburn and Alabama. Alabama's Van Tiffin kicked the game-winning 50+ yard field goal as the clock expired against a Bo Jackson-led superior Auburn team. The kick was bad enough to live through, but the play that set up the kick is the one that hurt the most.
Alabama's QB Mike Shula (and now new head coach) found a Bama receiver streaking down the field wide open, and he hit the guy perfectly and the receiver easily pulled the defender out of bounds to stop the clock. The defender was Auburn's Luvell Bivins, who was a five and a half foot tall failed and discarded running back; the Auburn coaches had decided to experiment and let him try to learn how to be a DB. And they picked that game and that moment to start the experiment. As soon as I saw him run on the field during the final drive, I was ready to vomit.
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Upright
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Backyard football game when I was 15. We used to play at this kid's backyard. It was the middle of the winter and we had already played on it a bunch of times, so the field was nearly solid ice. I'm playing cornerback, drop back, the kid gets by me and I turn to run after him....and pop. My knee feels really weird and I fall to the ground. Everyone runs over and I say "I think I dislocated me knee." My best friends says, "Yeah, right." And I lift my pants leg to see a horribly out of shape knee.
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Psycho
Location: Pasadena, CA
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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.
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My worst sports moment was when I got hit by an OLB, went down and twisted my knee to fuck. I tore every ligament in my knee and some in my lower leg. About 6-8 weeks later though i was back in action and receiving once again.
I play Football in the UK, not a very common thing, anyone else do it? |
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WoW or Class...
Location: UWW
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Hey, the ref replayed the play in his head so he was sure he made the right call.
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One day an Englishman, a Scotsman, and an Irishman walked into a pub together. They each bought a pint of Guinness. Just as they were about to enjoy their creamy beverage, three flies landed in each of their pints. The Englishman pushed his beer away in disgust. The Scotsman fished the fly out of his beer and continued drinking it, as if nothing had happened. The Irishman, too, picked the fly out of his drink but then held it out over the beer and yelled "SPIT IT OUT, SPIT IT OUT, YOU BASTARD!" |
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WoW or Class...
Location: UWW
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Named after a Disney children's movie no less.
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One day an Englishman, a Scotsman, and an Irishman walked into a pub together. They each bought a pint of Guinness. Just as they were about to enjoy their creamy beverage, three flies landed in each of their pints. The Englishman pushed his beer away in disgust. The Scotsman fished the fly out of his beer and continued drinking it, as if nothing had happened. The Irishman, too, picked the fly out of his drink but then held it out over the beer and yelled "SPIT IT OUT, SPIT IT OUT, YOU BASTARD!" |
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Whaddya mean my hair is "GREEN"???
Location: Melbourne
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As for Brisbane - Saturday night was a sweet as it comes! Now to make the finals. On a personal note, my worst sport moment was doing my knee during an indoor soccer match three years ago...I was taking a free kick and as I took the shot, I twisted my knee (which had taken a few knocks during the 15 years I had been playing soccer) and ruptured my Anterior Cruciate Ligament. After a full reconstruction and two further operations (and many weeks stuck on a couch unable to walk!), I finally played my first competitive game in three years yesterday - we drew 5 - 5 and i scored two..but sore as all hell today. |
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Deliberately unfocused
Location: Amazon.com and CDBaby
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Last game of the season, 1970. We were 11-0, had the league title sewn up, but wanted to post the school's first perfect season ever. 5 seconds on the clock, our ball out at half-court, we held a 1 point lead. During the time-out, coach laid down the play. We knew they were gonna press hard and we wanted to make sure the ball went deep into our forecourt. My job was to fake right (towards the opposing basket) and cut hard toward our end. The ref hands my teammate the ball and whistles play to begin. I fake hard to the right, and my teammate THROW THE BALL IN THE DIRECTION OF MY FAKE!!!. A defender picks it off and strolls down for a game winning lay-up! We were still 11-1 and league champs, but the luster was off, our magical season was blown.
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Loose Cunt
Location: North Bondi RSL
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I went to that game on Saturday night. Paid my $10 and stood up the back and smiled. Bastards. My personal worst moment was in 1993 when, after I was selected for the training squad for the Australian Schoolboys Rugby League training squad, i went back home to play for my club and snapped my Anti-cruciate and Medial ligaments in my right knee. 2 years out of action.
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What's easier to believe: that a guy was born without sex in the manner of several Greek demigods and grew up to be able to transmute liquids and alter his body density yet couldn't escape government execution, or that three freemasons in a vehicle made with aluminum foil in an era before digital technology escaped our atmosphere, landing on the moon, broadcasted from there, and then flew back without burning up? |
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Whaddya mean my hair is "GREEN"???
Location: Melbourne
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Meridae'n - Its the worst injury imaginable.
I wouldn't wish it on my worst enemies.... well...maybe some of them. Then again, I did see one guy get his shin snapped in half - broke through the skin - worst thing I've ever seen - that may have been worse than a knee op!
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