Well honestly I wanted Tate to start over Denard in 2010. Stoopid.
OT - Poor choices made during sporting events
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 actually completed the dunk, but was aided by a plyometric box at the free throw line. I was later given laps and push-ups as my punishment. Still not sorry.
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.
My senior year of high school I convinced the pep band to play taps during one of the many blowout losses by the football team. Needless to say the football coaches and band director didn't think it was as funny as I did.
on the number of posts before people start admitting to having committed felonies?
I was so hammered this one time, I stole a..... wait nvm.
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.
is a badass.
so it sort of went with the territory; and this was in the 70's so the long decline of parenting has been going on for at least 30 years. Must have been Elvis' fault....(Presley not Grbac).
Did he also bounce a basketball off your head and say "squirt a few" after you beat him at one on one?
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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 was hammered (as my buddies and I got into the labatt blue party at the hairy buffalo) and I almost got arrested for scalping tix on stadium grounds, public intoxication which would've led to underage drinking (was 20, which is more than legal in Canada!!). Anyways I realized that my feet were freezing in the third and there was ice forming all over my shoes. When I got home I noticed that the bottoms of both shoes had broken soles. The rubber had split while walking around in all the snow that weekend.
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.
You really sucked the fun right out of this thread just then. :(
EDIT: WE HAVE THE SAME NUMBER OF POINTS. THAT IS NEAT.
Does he still run his mouth?
No. Probably not worth trying to replace all the metal that's in there.
Damn that article was a tough read. I mean, geez. A little alcohol, a little stupidity, and hello dumptrucks full of trouble and remorse.
No kidding, I am of the "Jackass" generation so teabagging means nothing to me, its not disgusting/sexual in anyway, its something thats done to get a rise out of someone so to have this guy go to prison (boot camp) for it just seems...unreal.
In the end I feel bad more so for the 'Bama fan than the LSU kid who seems to have played the victim card to the T going so far as to drop out of LSU when it was even noted that many people have no idea that he was the one being teabagged in the video.
FWIW, once the police saw the video it was out of that LSU kid's hands; the case was criminal, not civil. The consequences delivered unto the 'Bama fan would have happened no matter what the kid did. And I got the impression that he did not do much.
I enjoy watching Jackass, but it is called that for a reason. Putting your nuts on someone's face is disgusting and is a sexual offense. If it had been a young woman passed out that he tea-bagged for all to see, you can be sure that punishment would have been worse. I will never understand how people find that amusing. Sorry, just being honest.
I agree. Totally disgusting and humiliating to tea-bag a defenseless fan. And it is a sexual offense. I think if any of us were the victim, and humiliated in a viral video like that, it would be pretty obvious. The whole point of using your nuts is to sexually demean the victim. And it takes a special kind of loser to do that.
As a random note, I'm looking down at that Krystal burger right now, because my apartment is a block from it. That night it was a pretty ugly scene on Bourbon Street. In the heart of LSU country, LSU got absolutely destroyed by their arch rival on the biggest CFB stage of them all. The two fan bases are probably the most obnoxious in the SEC. Put all those ingredients on Bourbon Street late night after the game, and it doesn't surprise me that there was a lot of vicious crap going on.
It DIDN'T happen to a woman, and to look at it as if it did is about as stupid as complaining that men can't play women's basketball. It was gross, and the guy screwed up, but I don't know that he deserved to get his life destroyed. I'd like to think if I were the victim I'd agree to drop the charges if the bagger agreed to get "LSU" tattooed on his cheek.
You are 100% correct. It doesn't matter if it is a man or a woman. It is still disgusting and a sexual offense. I only made that point to demonstrate that public opinion/reaction might have been stronger if it had been a woman. Either way, if some random guy that I don't know puts his genitals on my face, whether it is on Youtube or not (which would only make it worse), then whatever he gets, he had coming to him. This guy was a father and had a good job. Why would you jeapordize your livelihood and the well being of your family like that? It was a selfish, immature, degrading, and disgusting thing to do. Just because there are people who are ok with some other guys balls on their faces and think it's funny does not make it any less so. I do feel bad for him and his family, but he made a terrible decision. However, it was his decision to make.
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.
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:
- 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.
- 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.
love the Airplane reference
Next thing you know, they'll make slapstick comedic movies about police acadamies
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.
..... 7th grade boys team.... seconds winding down in the 4th and up by a couple and a fluky play puts the ball in my hands. I didn't want it, couldn't find anybody to pass it to and the other team was bearing down.
So I thought - I don't know how I had the time to actually work this idea out - that if I threw the ball high enough that the clock would run out before the ball came down.
Derp. Derpity derpity derp.
Had I attempted this gambit say, in 9th grade I may have been able to run a rough calculation then go to plan B: soil myself. Needless to say there were still some seconds left though thankfully I didn't cost my teammates the game.
I once decided to sit through an entire Pistons game
that is stupid
I did that once. April 27, 1984 at Joe Louis Arena. I purchased the very last ticket from TicketMaster. Seat was horrible and the reported temperature at one point hit 120 degrees.
Pretty good game though.
Not knocking the OP, but I can't believe I just read that article. What a waste of 10 minutes. I can't believe ESPN wrote an article on that
The article was kind of dragged out, but it was quite an interesting story. I cannot believe that the offender got in that much trouble. He doesn't even remember doing what he did, and his life has changed forever with losing his salary job, getting jail time, and getting unwanted fame. As much as I sometimes drink and not remember things from the night (not proud of this), this teaches us a lesson to be cautious and careful when drinking.
lol yeah I was thinking the same, so I didn't read it (just figured I'd check the comments for some interesting stories). I started briefly and thought, "Wait. Do I seriously wanna read this long article about drunk guys and their balls?"
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.
There are no rules at the Indy 500.
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.
- nothing worse than feet that aren't sensible - I mean really, we all expect so much more from our feet than bad sense or judgement
- wouldn't it have made more sense to take your buddy to the nurse rather than the nursery? And what nursery gives out painkillers?!?
Maybe his friend is a tree.
He's a druid
Well I was dreading this moment, I must come clean and aknowledge that english is not my mother language, I knew I was going to screw up at some point but thanks for the input, It really helps me get better, sorry for the confusion
And dread it you should have. Now there will be consequences...
have just described the plot of the Basketball Diaries.
In 8th grade football practice we were doing some special teams drill, kickoff or punt return (don't remember). Anyhow, I had already picked up my block so my guy was out of the play. Looking for someone else to hit I noticed someone who was running free and they did not see me at all. For whatever reason the idea of blindsiding this kid, my teammate, just gave me what can best be described as a shot of adrenaline. Well it was a clean hit as far as rules go (at the time, maybe some defenseless player rule now) but I ended up breaking this kids femur. Not sure how the injury happened, as it was a shoulder/head level hit.
Right away he was screaming and I immediately felt terrible. Some guys tried to give me high fives and helmet slaps or whatever but I was just in a daze. I really had to reflect as to what made me take advantage of that situation. I know you can never half ass it on the football field during live play but I feel I went above full go on that particular play, again I don't know why. Regardless, it still bothers me 20 years later.
In college at cmu, I was on an im flag football team. And we were down 35-0 so I decided to lay out this kid who was talking trash. I don't regret the penalty or the decision
Commudus tried to tell Maximus to kill Tigris of Gaul in the Colliseum. Rather than listen to Commudus Maximus defied him. Commudus's authority was then undermined by Maximus's defiance.
Dumb moves at sporting events have been going on as long as sport has existed. With that said, nothing trumps Euro soccer fans. I'm so happy I am not one of them.
wait, I actually didn't regret the break-up, but losing the game really pissed me off.
Leaving the Braylon game early. Not leaving the 2001 Citrus Bowl beatdown vs. Tennessee early enough.
I was part of the usual large crowd trudging north on State Street, and an impatient driver turned into the crowd of us that was crossing Packard despite the fact that the light had changed. He was using his car as a slow battering ram, driving it into the crowd an inch at a time and laying on the horn. Many of us were yelling at him, but I went and whacked his car on the trunk as I was passing behind him. Turns out he was a cop, driving home. Whoops.
Anyone else on state street after The Game in 1997? If so, anyone else remember that kid who climbed the tree in front of duderstadt's house and then fell down about 20 feet to the ground? That hushed up a crowd of over 1000 students in a real hurry.
Also, Texas fan says that what happened to LSU kid was nothing, and probably would have preferred it to being nearly castrated by a sooner fan.
I remember that. What sucks is that because of the night before, there is not really much I remember from the Rose Bowl that year; just a blurry collage of images. In fact, if it wasn't for a good friend of mine (RIP)periodically waking me up and giving me food and water, I probably would not have made it through the night. New Year's Eve + own digs at the age of 17= 3 day hangover.
Anyway, back on topic, I remember seeing footage of that dude falling out of the tree on the news that evening, and it also made one of those World's Dumbest/Shocking something or other shows they used to show on Fox back in the day.
What the guy did was stupid, but I really hate this era where literally anything can be caught on video and ruin your life.
I wonder, though, if the era of "literally everything can be caught on video" and the era of "I'm going to put my balls on this passed out dude's face" overlap almost completely.
I once stole a Spartan flag from someone's house after Braylonfest. I wouldn't do it again but strangely don't regret it.
I once injured a cousin at a family reunion touch football game. It was a girl.
Cousin It was a girl?
We were up by a fair margin on Indiana in Crisler. Their giant post player is shooting free throws(Killingsworth?) and you could hear a pin drop. Before I knew it, the words "You got your coach fired" come barreling out of my mouth. Not tea bag dumb, but pretty stupid none the less. Indiana put somebody else in to shoot the free throws(I'd never seen that before). A minute later Killingsworth comes back in and just goes HAM. Michigan loses, goes on to lose to Minny in the BTT and misses the tourney by the skin of their teeth. A year later Tommy was fired for the tourney drought.
You heard it here first- It's my fault Amaker got canned...if only from my douchebag karma...
You heard it here first- It's my fault Amaker got canned
This is the I Did Something Stupid thread. I think you want the I Don't Need Thanks Just Doing My Duty thread.
In high school some friends and I were thrown out of the school's basketball game for being drunk and acting like idiots. I, with one of the friends, decided to go back in. This time, we weren't just thrown out, the sherrif's deputy said we were going to be arrested. I did make one good decision that night, though. Standing outside next to the cruiser,my friend said to me, "it looks like a good night for a stroll." I knew exactly what he meant, but I looked at him, 6 foot tall, drunk, out of shape and overweight, and then looked at the probably 5' 6" buff deputy, and just knew that deputy would have looked forward to running down, tackling, and cuffing my friend (in my druken state, of course, I just knew I wouldn't be caught). I shook my head "no" to the friend, and a few minutes later we were let go with a warning.
Was that nursery for plants or student's babies?
Edit: oops this was in reply to a post on the first page, Not sure why it appeared here.