This is weird.
Mitch McGary Moment (edit):
... March Madness.
one time, at band camp, I ...
I'm not sure you really know what constitutes a meme.
Look at me, look at me Meme....
You might be right.
Meme =/= GIF
Here is a plain gif of the screen from diehardsports.com
Too bad the kid wasn't wearing a helmet which could have gone flying off leading to the whole world talking about McGary which would be followed by an article in Sports Illustrated about 'the screen'.
Do his teeth count?
"The Screen". I like it.. It's our job to turn this into an endless media phenomenon. Get to work MGoBloggers.
Well, to use the same template, it would be MMFM.
It's gonna be a bloodbath
I wonder if he gets powdered sugar on his French toast.
IIRC, McGary set a screen earlier in the game that also resulted in a VCU kid losing his teeth. Does anyone have a gif of that?
Hahaha. Dat joker was biiig, size of a lineman daggone
I got hit so hard playing NMU my shin pads and helmet turned all the way around all to set up a two on one. Everything turned white what sucked was my teammate miss handled the pass and gave the puck back to me. I shouldn't have popped up but I always did no matter how much it hurt.
Never lay on the ice unless you can't get up. A rule my father coached me by my entire life
While playing football, I scrambled from the pocket... That decision was followed by a loud beeping noise and much confusion on my part. Apparently, once I broke through the line of scrimmage a linebacker broke through the side of my head. They said when I was on the ground I said "He sees daylight!" which was probably true...
Yea I wouldn't mind this thread if the title wasn't so misleading.
I actually had a lot of fun making that. So I will consider this thread a success.
Where's the "Butthurt" moderation tag?
OP, don't take it personally. Bad idea threads happen to the best of us.
Shake it off and on to the next one.
#4 on the jersey, #47 in our hearts....
Kind of the other way around but I was a rather big 8th grader and some kid half my size tried to set a pick on me. Unfortunately for him I didn't see him and proceeded to run him over.
Something like this comes to mind:
I got hit by a car when I was 6. Woke up in the ambulance with my hysterical mom and a guy telling me my leg was broken while he waved around a big, funny looking pair of scissors.
Yes, a 6 year old mind can conjure up scary things - sticks break into two pieces. The tape scissors were obviously going to be used to cut off the broken part.
Look, if coach would've put me in, we would've won the state championship. No doubt in my mind
I once sent a kid from the rival high school to the hospital with what can only be described as a ruptured testicle.
I think I was a senior when it happened. It was during a tennis tournament and his partner left him out to dry. He popped up one of the most beautiful little lobs while I was at the net. I barely had to move to make really clean contact. The unfortunate young man on the other side decided that he would try to back-pedal and somehow attempt to return the smash. Unfortunately for him, his racquet was not in front of the his groin, which was essentially where I was aiming.
Next thing anyone knows, he is on the ground trying to yell, but it only came out as a bit of a gurgle and a whimper. The coaches were so confused about what to do he probably laid there for 10 minutes before they realized getting him to an emergency room would be a good idea.
Getting hit in the wedding tackle with a tennis ball from about 10' will result in massive damage.
I don't think I understand people. I know we aren't supposed to talk about up&down votes, but I honestly can't fathom what about my story was so awful. While the OP wasn't particularly inspired, I at least felt the need to help the guy out and post something relevant to his query. Shame on me for doing that, I guess. Maybe if I had put in a video of a cat getting hit in the nuts that then led directly to a .gif of the same thing, I would be okay.
Edit: This thread is still dumb.
Was great; but in honor of Vincent Smith, I'm trying not to spend too much time celebrating it. Contact sports lead to contact. It's fun when that contact favors your squad.
This is a weird thread, but I'll bite: sophomore year of HS, head down trying to collect a ground ball at midfield during a lacrosse game, didn't realize I crossed the midline (when you're entering the D's territory) and got my facemask broken off of my helmet. Woops.
I played goalkeeper (soccer) in high school and was in a one on one situation with the biggest guy on the other team. I dove and punch the ball from his feet, unfortunately my head ended up at the exact spot the ball used to be. I still don't remember most of that game.
Did that kid at least get, like, 4 red cards for that?
Wasn't his fault. He was about to kick the ball and I got there just in time to receive his kick..
It's still a red card, by punching the ball away you took away his possession, and his kick became a tackle. If his tackle hit you before the ball it's a card, and since you are a goalie and he kicked you in the head, it's a red, dangerous play.
I didn't know that. Regardless, he wasn't carded. Funny story, I ended up transferring to his school and became a good friend of his.
I was a keeper through college, and I have a similar story. While playing in a Fado's Cup tournament, I had a one on one where I smartly decided to replace the ball with my face. The guy promptly punted the middle of my face. I made the save and held onto the ball, but blood started pouring out of my upper lip and nose. I was able to get the bleeding under control and stay in the game, but the next day I went to Cedar Point with some friends. My upper lip was nearly the size of that youtube video where the guy got stung by the wasp. I couldn't really talk. I couldn't really eat. I sure as hell couldn't smile. My friends thought it was the funniest thing ever, but it really sucked.
I also pissed myself in 8th grade gym class. Last day of school. We were playing "21" and I was dribbling and looking behind me. Clipped a volleyball net and cushioned my fall with the back of my head. I woke up 5 minutes later with my gym teacher straddling my chest. That was not fun. The teacher covered for me saying I had slipped in the water, but I knew better. I changed out of my gym clothes and threw them out. They reaked of piss. I was not taken to the hospital, but a nurse visited my house later that day to basically tell me I could die if I took a nap. That's a fun thing to tell a 13 year old...
On top of that, I played high school football. I have a few hits the knocked the shit out of me. I've probably been concussed 3-4 times in my lifetime. I hope I don't get all depressed and shoot myself. I wonder if I can sue the NFL without ever playing in the NFL.
Was when I was at a local football camp when I was a freshman. It's was mostly just the local public schools players abd our schools (I went to a small private school). I did the receiver and db drills. I've always been pretty cocky, think I can cover anyone, run a 4.65 - 4.7 40 which people don't realize is faster than 80% of people you will encounter. We did some 7 on 7s and I was lined up against this guy who was a senior and going to Purdue as a tightend. He was like 6'4 230. We were lined up in the outside and I basically get thrown to the side, fall down, guy scores, etc. well nex time through because we are rotating spots I get in at a safety spot and he's on the outside again, he runs about a 7 yard slant and I just come flying in leading with my helmet right into his. I was about 5'8 150 pound at the time, I didt break anything or dislocate anything but my right arm went numb, abd I had this blurry circle in my vision for about a half hour after I got up. I don't think he even fell, I don't really remember...
Too bad Vincent Smith isn't a member of the forum. It would be nice to hear his past experiences...
b, his helmet popped off.
3. He signed some autographs at a kiosk in Ohio.
My junior year of high school football, I played left guard in a very pull heavy offense (pretty every other run play, I was pulling). That year, we played Saginaw. That Saginaw team featured a senior outside linebacker named Lamar Woodley. The target for pulling guards is normally OLBs and ends. I'll let you use your imagination from there.
start around :30
Lighting a candle.
Craft trying to be all Burke-like. Burke hits his FTs and finishes his shots.
Oops. Wrong thread.
in the IU game.
My freshman year I played running back. I was a big kid, about 5'11 and 180 pounds. I made it my goal in practice to run over every linebacker on the team and I talked shit all day. So one time I got the handoff on a speed sweep, came around the edge and this small kid was standng there, and I knew he hit hard but I put my head down and ran right into him. Then next I remember I was in the hospital with a concussion. My friends told me that we both stood straight up after the hit, and we fell, and the kid actually hit me so hard that my pants fell off! I've never been so hard in my entire life.
You might want to rethink that last sentence
One of my best friends wasn't the greastest dribbler. The ball got too far in front of him in an intramural game. He ran faster and faster trying to control it, while leaning further and further forward. He hit the wall with his head down and knocked himself out cold.
Don't judge a book by it's cover. These anecdotes are actually pretty funny.
I'm pretty sure this is what went through that player's head after he got steamrolled:
The hardest I was ever hit was when there was a fumble in the open field and I bent down to try to pick it up on the bounce. The middle linebacker ran head-on into my lowered head, and it took some time for the stars to disappear. I probably would have been yanked from practice if it were here in 2013, but this was before the relatively recent uproar about concussions.
my first year of football i was an undersized 14 year old playing in a local summer league against guy who were up to 18 years old (i have a late birthday).
It was our last game and a lot of guys were injured so i was filling in at middle linebacker. On a play late in th game i moved up to fill my gap on a run play and met the other team's 64" fullback. All i rememmber is getting a panoramic view of the sky and snot flying out of my nose. I then wobbled to the sideline and threw up everywhere. Not fun.
relatively close to this play.
I was chasing after a puck that was going to be called icing if I didn't touch it in time and right before crossing the goal line I was hit from behind. My facemask broke my fall at full speed and I can't remember much from the night other than standing in the locker room and not being allowed to drive home.
Hardest I've ever hit something is a bit different. In middle school I collided skate on skate with an opposing player and ended up buried in the boards three feet away, while I'm told the momentum slid him to the other side of the ice. I completely seperated my left shoulder in addition to having smaller muscle tears in my back. That was also by far the worst I've ever had the wind knocked out of me, which was not fun; on one level I was telling myself to calm down because it was just the wind getting knocked out and on another I was convinced I'd die.
I was playing White against iChessPro and taking on the Scillian Dragon variation when the Black KingsideKnight vaulted over my pawn structure and took out my Queen side bishop without compensation. I had bile in my mouth after that play. Six moves later I resigned.
My sympathy is to yours and loved ones.
I was the half back and our center got the snap count wrong and ended up being the only olineman ready to block. The QB being a QB quickly handed me the ball off with 3 Dlineman coming at me. Knocked my helmet off and didnt get up for 5 minutes...
Hardest I've ever been hit was when I was playing for an All-Ohio Senior team... It was a practice and I was an OLB at around 6'0 170. The offense threw a jailbreak screen and the receiver caught it but when he went to tuck the ball he fumbled somehow.. not sure how but not important. I ran into the flats and scooped the ball around the hash and looked up to see some HUGE D1 tackle 2 feet from me. Before I could react he hit me and I flew from the hash to the sideline. It felt like it anyway.
One of those hits where you pop right up after to act like it didn't suck.