OT - Poor choices made during sporting events

Well honestly I wanted Tate to start over Denard in 2010. Stoopid.

tried to dunk a basketball in a high school game.  If this dunk was succesfully completed it was going to have been news to me.  I did not dunk the basketball.  Laughs were had at my expense.

I posted an article on MGoBlog written by Ace Williams...stoopid.

still . . . she went to Ohio.

When I was in middle school, I actually managed to get myself (and several other people in the brass section of our band, as we were supposed to be the guest performers at halftime) thrown out of a Northville Mustangs football game for a less-than-supportive version of one of the cheers during the game. It may have never come to light except that, in our rush to be idiots, we forgot that we were only about four rows back from the Northville bench.

Granted, the Mustangs - at that time - had strung together several terrible seasons and were on their way to a 3-6 performance in 1989, so I attribute my behavior to the record and quality of play at the time, rather than being twelve years old and prone to thinking stupid behavior was funny. My band teacher disagreed, and I spent the remainder of the year essentially benched from major performances.

on the number of posts before people start admitting to having committed felonies?

I played a lot of soccer as a kid.  My dad was a sometimes vocal critic of the refs from the sidelines.  He once got a red card for his compaints, and the ref wouldn't let the game continue until he left the area.  We won anyway.

Last year I went up to Cleveland to see M play OSU outdoors. I brought two pairs of shoes with me: lace up Tom's made out of whatever suede-like fabric, and a pair of Nike Air Forces obviously made of solid, fairly waterproof leather. Guess which pair I decided to wear to the game held in a snow filled Cleveland stadium in January? By the start of the second my feet were soaked, by the end of the third there was actually ice forming on the outside of my shoes.

Not one of the better cold-weather decisions I've made in my life.

I had a friend run his mouth before a high school basketball game. After the game he was jumped which resulted in over $20,000 worth of facial reconstructive surgery. His family sued the high school, the township, and many of his attackers. It was a nasty situation.

Damn that article was a tough read.  I mean, geez.  A little alcohol, a little stupidity, and hello dumptrucks full of trouble and remorse.

Went to an NHL game on a Friday night. Proceeded to get pretty drunk at which point I started heckling our own hockey team, the Blue Jackets (yes I know they are terrible), and it was suggested by the usher that I remove myself from the seating section.  On Monday, my boss greets me and asks how my weekend went then proceeds to tell me that he was sitting two rows behind me.

Whoops.

After THE GAME 2006 (Ugh...) I was one beer tower and a few shots deep and very irritable hanging my head at the bar. A very attractive girl came up to me and she said "It's going to be ok. Here, have my phone number." I looked up and said "Just go away, sweetheart."

That was one of my most horrific post game actions.

After a game (forget which one) that we had lost during the RR-era I stood outside my friends house on Main screaming "support your coach!" to a bunch of grumpy old white guys who wanted to kill me with their frowns.

That one didn't make me many friends...

1 as a player, and 1 as a fan:

1. Playing football - I was a center and also had short and long snapping duties.  During one varsity game my junior year, we were on our 20 yd line punting.  I snapped the ball over the punter's head and literally through the uprights for a safety.  As a lineman, those were the only points I have ever scored in my post pee-wee league football career and it was also subsequently the last time I ever long snapped in a game.
2. As a fan at a hockey game - As a freshman at Western, I circled my calendar for the U of M v. WMU hockey game in Kzoo, home to one of the most ruckus student sections.  I patiently waited in line in my Broncos sweatshirt and kept it on until I got to my seat.  When the U of M players were introduced, as is tradition, all the student section fans turned their back to the rink in complete silence.  I stayed facing the rink, and ripped off my sweatshirt to reveal a U of M shirt and promptly started cheering like a moron.  Never in my life have I had more things thrown at me and been boo'ed so much in my life.  Needless to say, for my safety, I barely made it past the drop of the puck before I had to make a hasty exit.  In retrospect, I probably should have stayed home rather than test a fan section that is known for getting banned from games here and there.

I obviously picked a bad week to stop sniffing glue.

I once peed in a bucket and had a cleveland browns fan dunk his head in it.



Ok it wasnt me but still.

We were losing late in a 7th grade basketball game and were intentionally fouling.  Their guard was racing up the court with his head down (as 7th graders do) and I decided to try to jump in front of him and take a charge instead of fouling him.  Unfortunately, at the last second I flinched and dropped my shoulder for the impact.  I was bigger, so while I stayed about the same spot, he flew back and was knocked out (or at least really groggy) when his head hit the floor.  I was ejected and had to go to leave the gym before they would resume play. 

I once decided to sit through an entire Pistons game

At the Indy 500, full of cheap beer and desperate to pee, I was so appalled at the line for the women's bathrooms that I made the ballsy move to join the much shorter line for the men's.  

I don't know what was scarier: the jeers I got from the drunk rednecks all around, the reactions of the long line of guys peeing at the urinals, or the condition of the stall I finally got into.  

Playing baseball at about 15 years old, I had probably the best at-bat of my career.  Worked the count full after going down 0-2, fouled off a bunch of pitches, and then figured out the pitcher's pattern (he was alternating fastball and curve on me.)  I anticipated the curve, and blooped a Texas Leaguer into no-man's land behind third base, and wound up with a double.  With runners on first and second and two outs, I figured I had just knocked in two runs, and was standing on second feeling awfully cocky and proud of myself.

Better yet, nobody was holding me on, and I had the perpetual green light to steal whenever I wanted.  (I'm not that fast, but I always took leadoffs with the idea that if you didn't have to dive back to the base, it wasn't a big enough lead.)  So after one pitch, I took off for third.  That's when I found out the runner hadn't scored from first.

I was at a Yankees game years ago (interesting sidenote - it was Andy Pettite's first start), and a buddy of mine (truly, not me) for some unknown reason decided to run down to the first row of the upper deck and toss his beer over the side.  Really really stupid thing to do.  No one found that funny and most people were clapping when security came to take him away.

As for me personally, one of the things I really still kick myself for was missing the 1997-8 Rose Bowl.  I had free tickets to the game, but I also had pre-arrangements to go to Costa Rica. I figured that I would be able to watch it down there so it wouldn't be all bad (plus I figured there were going to be many more opportunities for national championships), but turns out I couldn't find the game anywhere.  I basically ended up watching the ESPN ticker for 3 hours.  Those last few minutes were very very painful.  And when we won, there was absolutely no one around for me to celebrate with.

When I was in highschool I used to hang out with the jocks and played indoor soccer all day long, once I made a great play, juking all the other team's members and all, then I shot the ball and it hit the post, I was so angry that I kicked the bleachers, of course I broke my foot and couldn't play for 2 months...

And once I was playing basketball with some friends and the game got rough, I intentionally pushed a friend from the back and he slid across the floor hitting his back against a bench and losing sensibility in his feet, we took him to the nursery where he got a shot  of painkillers and fell asleep for like 3 hours, I really regret that.

And just like that I remembered, I also tackled a friend on a dirt field a la David Boston hit when we were playing flag football... oh God... I guess I'm very competitive everyone looked at me with a wtf expression.