My greatest sports moment was....

aaaaaaaaw great story!

no sports stories here.

-- ~ Debbie, Canada (http://www.execulink.com/~yohan)

Everybody needs somebody irrationally committed to them, and when you find that person, you work hard to never disappoint them. Great story. I wish I had a story like that to share, but while I enjoyed sports I was always just one of the crowd, not so good, not so bad.

However, I will tell of the one time my father decided to play basketball with my me, my brothers and a rather significantly sized friend. This particular friend was totally unfamiliar with basketball and his size put him more in the football class. So, as the game progressed, my father was about to take a shot and we all yelled to our friend, “Block him!” Meaning of course to stop the shot. Unfortunately, ignorance of the game and a football mindset resulted in my father receiving a very impressive cross-body block which left him on his back in the middle of the driveway. Dad was taken totally by surprise and this poor friend was afraid he had done serious harm to an “old man”. To this day, some 30+ years later this fella still gets a little sheepish about leveling my dad.

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Wonderful story, Betsy (and Russell). I was always one of those “watching the bees amongst the clover” types out in left field.

-- "Bordnerizing" perfectly good lumber for over a decade.

I was a runner in high school – not bad at it. My mom was my greatest supporter. She was at every race – I mean every race. Once she drove a 900 mile round trip to see me run for 14 minutes. Actually, with cross country, she probably saw me for about a minute total. I haven’t raced in years, but my greatest sports moment was just a couple months ago, when my high school running came up in coversation and my mom said, “You know, I hate to watch running.” Turns out she would have rather been anywhere else, but she was always there for me.

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My first start on the Professional Boardsailing Association World Cup….July 1990, The Gorge Pro-Am, Hood River Oregon. This was the first mainland USA stop that year, and my first start as a pro. I was coming to the start with 5 others in my slalom heat. The wind had gusted to above 35 knots, we were approaching a timed start at about the same speed. 6 boards lined up, slapping the water, wanting to hit the line at zero seconds, three of the other sailors were men I had admired for years. As we came up to the line, my friends said they could see my grin from 300 meters away. That was my best moment, and one I’ll never forget.

-- You can discover more about a person in an hour of play than in a year of conversation. (Plato)

Peter, that reminds me of “me and hockey”. Everyone thought I “LOVED” watching hockey because I was at all of my son’s hockey games and practices and was the best cheerleader in the stands. If my son hadn’t been on the ice I definitely wouldn’t have been there or been cheering.

-- ~ Debbie, Canada (http://www.execulink.com/~yohan)

I was sort of a runner in high school but I don’t think it count’s as a sport when there are cops behind you. ;)

-- I've cut that board three times and it's still too short!

I was a wrestler in highschool and have a couple good stories from back then. One night I was at home and was telling my dad how i could take him. This happens to be my dads all time favorite story. So my dad being the sport he is said lets wrestle. We started and I was moving like I really knew what I was doing. Then my dad grabbed me and threw me on my back, and then held me down and kissed me. He loves to tell everyone how mad this made me. I let my dad have his moment but every once in a while I have to point out to him I was only 13.

A few year later my team was wrestling for the conference championship. Before the match we all decided to shave our heads. I took it one step further and went with a moehawk. That night I had one of the toughest matches facing the conference champ. I had faced the guy earlier that year and lost. I was hurt that match and looking for payback as he had told a few people he was the one that hurt me. I ended up destroying the guy. When I was done with him he had blood coming out of both nostrals from a wicked crossface. With the victory in hand and time running out I even poured salt on the wounds with a brutal throw. As a team we won the match and the papers ran my picture on the front pages. The picture showed me throwing him and headline read “Morgan bloodies Grimes on the way to victory.” I loved it.

Shaun – are you still running – you seem to be looking over your shoulder! :-)

-- Like a bad penny, I keep coming back!

It was the time I intercepted the ball from Terrill Owens and ran it in for the game winning touchdown! And then the wife woke me up cuz I was making funny noises in my sleep. She had sensed that I was enjoying myself and felt the need to interupt.

-- Bob Vila would be so proud of you!

I was never a sports person, but one day in gym class the teacher had us playing touch football. I was somewhere on the field and the runner from the other side turned and was right in front of me. I thrust out my hands and you heard the largest slap. The other kid was about the biggest kid in school and I was a 120 lb weakling.

He got in my face and the coach said you just have to touch. When we went into the shower he had these beautiful bright red handprints in the middle of his chest. If you went close to him you probably could have made out my fingerprints.

-- I've been blessed with a father who liked to tinker in wood, and a wife who lets me tinker in wood. Southern Delaware karson_morrison@bigfoot.com †

I’ve been trying to think what to write here. The only sports I ever participated in were rodeo, skiing, hunting and polo. I guess one memory I have was at the Ste. Genevieve, Missouri rodeo in 1966. I drew the IRA bucking horse of the year in the saddle bronc riding. I jumped out there and put a pretty good ride on him and marked petty high. I thought I had it won then 2 of my buddies came out and out scored me. I won third and it was a pretty nice check. Lots of funny things happened skiing with a bunch of my cowboy friends. But I think one of my most memorable things happened while I was working as A hunting guide in Wyoming in 1972.

I was walking to get the horses with a halter and a morral full of grain. It was about a quarter mile through a strip of timber to where the horses were grazing. I was in the middle of this timber when I spied a big bull moose. I eased off down the trail and hoped he would ignore me. No such luck. When I looked around he was coming like a freight train with his head down. I gave him the halter and the morral and showed him how fast a scared cowboy could move. I outran him to the closest tree which happened to be a Spruce. I think there is still one Spruce tree between Boerner Meadows and Moose Bog with one clean side. The horses and mules heard the commotion and came over and scared the moose off. Just before they got there I heard Mister Moose saying some very bad things about my ancestry. That was my only track championship. When I got to looking around after the moose left, there were two squirrels on the limb next to me. One looked at the other and said, “Did you see That ??!!!”

-- Thos. Angle, Jordan Valley, Oregon

Thos. – that’s hilarious! I can’t imagine being chased by a moose. Not sure anyone could top that track story. :-)

-- Like a bad penny, I keep coming back!

Tom, that’s a great story! I’ve never had a run-in with a moose, but they sure aren’t shy!

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