Forced Perspectives

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    Jul 19, 2007 10:10 PM GMT
    What was your biggest (or funniest) sports humiliation, and how did you react to it?

    I was just thinking a little about this today...

    It's been a typical week on my lunch-break bike rides. Usually, there are a fair number of women, kids, & tourists riding along my route. I blow by those insignificant people as if they were just part of the scenery.

    Today, I was feeling pretty good, and cranking along on a 4-mile 5%-grade climb in the middle of my ride. Suddenly, some guy came out of nowhere and blew past me like I was standing still. When last seen, he'd gained almost a mile on me, over about 2.5 miles.

    It kind of put me in my place. At my age, no matter how much I train, it's unlikely that I could ever develop that kind of speed. Anyway, it got me to thinking a bit about how people react to being humiliated in sport. Should one become angry? Instantly launch a new training program? Or achieve Zen enlightenment about your place in the order? Maybe even throw away your gear and take up a new sport? Personally, I kind of go for a combination of the Zen thing and a bit of training refinement.
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    Jul 20, 2007 3:23 AM GMT
    Haha, that's a funny story...

    I think age shouldn't be something to make you disillusioned with the sport you choose to pursue. It's the natural way of things, haha, we get older and our bodies don't respond as quickly as they used to. That doesn't mean we have to give up what we're doing though. In your case, I would say what you were doing was just fine, keepin on keepin on up that 5% grade.

    I know I'm very young so this all sounds good to me, being older is a long way off for now, but what do some of the older generation guys think? I mean, I'd hate to think I'm going to be giving up the sports and activities I love doing just because I'm getting older...I'll tone it down of course, but I can't envision just quitting. I guess it's because I see the stubborness in my very Italian older family members and I see the determination in them not to become useless and obsolete, haha...they definitely aren't just quitting...
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    Jul 20, 2007 4:23 AM GMT
    I'm very competitive, so I use it to motivate myself to push myself further. Although, the years of wisdom on my side knows when that's necessary and possible.
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    Jul 20, 2007 8:00 PM GMT
    I once was on a gay volleyball team here in PHX and my teammate and at the time very good friend kept telling me to, "go for it, go for it." Well, so I did - and dove and saved the play. Sounds good right - well, I shoved the ball right up in his face. I mean, SLAMMED. I felt so bad (at the time) ;)
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    Jul 21, 2007 1:56 AM GMT
    Actually, the MOST humiliating episodes that come to mind involved having to accept an award in public for a really pathetic performance. I'd have preferred to quietly slink away unheralded.

    For example, one year I tried to learn how to golf by joining the team. (Our school was so small, the teams would take anyone who could breathe to fill the rosters.) I really, really sucked at it, but we ended up winning a tournament because we were the only foursome too dumb to come in out of a thunderstorm. They (shudder) announced my score in public and I had to climb up on a stage to pick up a medal.

    Then there was the varsity letter I was awarded for being a team manager. My Mom ran out and bought a letterman's jacket, which was the only jacket I had for a year. I couldn't wear it in public. Mostly I wore sweaters instead and got cold and wet all winter. In fact, the damned thing is still hanging in the back of the closet. Like-new condition.

    In high school, the closest thing to a "sport" that I DIDN'T suck at was raising show animals. One year, I lead my cow up to a rail near the show ring at the county fair to tie her for a few minutes. There's something about traveling that makes animals go into heat. When I bent over to make the tie, she mounted me and started humping away. Fortunately, a few big guys managed to stop laughing just in time to get her off me before I was suffocated against the rail. People still bring that episode up, 30 years later. Dammit.
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    Jul 21, 2007 2:05 AM GMT
    LOL...That's the best, Mindgarden
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    Apr 13, 2008 7:25 PM GMT
    One of the great practices in the Army is the semi-annual Physical Readiness Test. Your career depends on your fitness. It involves a two mile run event. A young sergeant in my Troop challenged me to a race during the run event. During the two miles we were trying to get ahead of each other neck and neck and on the final lap with just a hundred meters left, he began puking uncontrollably, which caused me to react the same way. We both staggered across the finish line dry heaving, loudly. This caused others to get sick and begin vomiting. When the Troop commander asked what's going on? Everyone pointed at me. I dry heave pretty loud. It was hilarious, afterwards.



    I hope I haven't cause any of you any nausea.
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    Apr 13, 2008 7:42 PM GMT
    Actually, I like the image, John. Nothing gives a unit cohesion like unison projectile vomiting.
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    Apr 13, 2008 7:56 PM GMT
    A thread titled "Forced Perspectives" and inside I find hot cow sex and group projectile vomiting.

    I like this place.

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    Apr 14, 2008 9:48 AM GMT
    LOL, I was expecting something else too.

    Most embarassing... hmm

    Volleyball in college. I always hated Volleyball icon_razz.gif

    I had just transfered schools and had to finish my last Phys Ed course, but it was the second semester, so I got stuck with another class. I didn't know anyone at all. Really awkward.

    Anyway, volleyball was one of the sports we had lined up for that semester, we were having a graded match and it was my turn to serve. I had already told my teammates how I suck at volleyball. They offered encouragement showing me how to do it right, etc. etc. Then puffing my chest out I said thanks, smiled, and swung.

    And missed.. totally. The ball bounced innocently between my feet while I was caught in a pose like that of the discus thrower and turning redder by the second.

    I regained my face though when a lot of my classmates did the exact same thing. Heh
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    Apr 14, 2008 10:02 AM GMT
    I am by nature a clumsy person, so my personal sports humiliations could fill a book the size of War and Peace.

    Fortunately I am not quite as bad as I was in High School, being more relaxed and in better shape, but I will never be more than adequate in the sports I love playing (softball, volleyball).

    BTW Sedative14 you are one of the few Filipinos I have met who admits not liking volleyball!
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    Apr 14, 2008 10:22 AM GMT
    Well I hate it. LOL

    The sport I have tried and really liked so far was Soccer. icon_razz.gif