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So I have to share my embarassing moments?
It was the summer after my first year in college. One night my nose started bleeding and we couldn't get it to stop (no physical play at fault). We were just about to go to the ER and figure out what was going on. When my sis-in-law just got off the phone with her mom with a potential solution. She took a paper towel and ran it under cold water and then we placed it under my upper lip and I was instructed to squeeze. Well, it worked. Yes I know it's not embarassing yet... Well a month goes by and I started noticing a small something up in my snoz. Well, another month passed by and this thing in my nose kept growing. It started growing where you could almost see it out the bottom of the nose. No, it's not a polyp but good guess. Well, that summer I was a Orientation Leader for the incoming freshman. And yes with this lopsided snoz and the smell of rotting flesh every second of the day. I was quite reluctant to speak in public for obvious reason but that was my job. I also avoided any personal communication with incoming freshman. It was pretty embarassing. I did later have it removed. That was a relief.
I was coach for a High School JV Basketball Team. As a result of a team bet I was wore a suit and tie (NOTE: I HATE TIES). Well, it was a league game and a very intense one at that. During such games I was usually all over my area of the court. I was the type that was jumping, squatting, pacing, etc (didn't yell much at the refs just my players). Well during the game a great play took place I sprung up like an uncoiled spring and came back down to a squatting postion and RIIIIIIIIIIIIP. Wha? No way this just happened. I did NOT just rip my suit pants. Oh I did. I sat quietly down on the bench to examine the damage. Oh I had over a 12 inch gaping hole (thank goodness I followed the advice of my brother and wore dark skivies) running down the crack of my behind in to the crotchal area. I imagine I made lil red riding hoods look pink as red as i was. Well, because of my passion for the game and especially for the kids who played for me I got up and coached like I didn't know. Sure I heard snickers in the crowd behind. But this was only the first half. I came in half time with guys upset that we were losing to a team we knew we should beat. 'Listen up!' I shouted. Now with all eyes on me waiting for the direction of where we were to go. The seriousness of that lockerroom was incredible. "Guys," I started out. "I ripped my pants." Yes I brought out a life lesson to them about this game and referred to it as how they felt being beat by this team. They came out of the locker room with a different poise. Although we went into double overtime we wound up losing but a heck of a valiant effort by them. Little did they know I wanted to crawl under the bench and hide.
Oh for this one we will have to travel back in time. I was a senior in high school and moved to a different city. There was this girl who was a freshman that I liked. We had talked some and were becoming good friends. I was trying to muster up the courage to ask her out. With that said on to the story! I was coming back home with my next elder brother (there are three, I'm the youngest). It was late fall and it had snowed a few days earlier. We came over this rise and the dry road turned to slush (which in a Pontiac Sunbird a front wheel car with NO weight in the back is BAD) causing the back end to move around. After the back end started fish tailing the slush became solid ice (trees along the road to shade this area) I had very little control. I was doing real well not to over correct and to keep the pavement in front of us. My brother states, "Don't over correct." So what did I do? Over correct. And we wound up going backwards into a wooden barn. Any guess on who's? It was her's. Although fixing the barn on the coldest day of the year earned me alot of respect however, I never was able to ask her out.
Well, that's all I can think of right now. Hope you enjoyed! If anyone who reads this hasn't been tagged that means YOU'VE BEEN TAGGED
It was the summer after my first year in college. One night my nose started bleeding and we couldn't get it to stop (no physical play at fault). We were just about to go to the ER and figure out what was going on. When my sis-in-law just got off the phone with her mom with a potential solution. She took a paper towel and ran it under cold water and then we placed it under my upper lip and I was instructed to squeeze. Well, it worked. Yes I know it's not embarassing yet... Well a month goes by and I started noticing a small something up in my snoz. Well, another month passed by and this thing in my nose kept growing. It started growing where you could almost see it out the bottom of the nose. No, it's not a polyp but good guess. Well, that summer I was a Orientation Leader for the incoming freshman. And yes with this lopsided snoz and the smell of rotting flesh every second of the day. I was quite reluctant to speak in public for obvious reason but that was my job. I also avoided any personal communication with incoming freshman. It was pretty embarassing. I did later have it removed. That was a relief.
I was coach for a High School JV Basketball Team. As a result of a team bet I was wore a suit and tie (NOTE: I HATE TIES). Well, it was a league game and a very intense one at that. During such games I was usually all over my area of the court. I was the type that was jumping, squatting, pacing, etc (didn't yell much at the refs just my players). Well during the game a great play took place I sprung up like an uncoiled spring and came back down to a squatting postion and RIIIIIIIIIIIIP. Wha? No way this just happened. I did NOT just rip my suit pants. Oh I did. I sat quietly down on the bench to examine the damage. Oh I had over a 12 inch gaping hole (thank goodness I followed the advice of my brother and wore dark skivies) running down the crack of my behind in to the crotchal area. I imagine I made lil red riding hoods look pink as red as i was. Well, because of my passion for the game and especially for the kids who played for me I got up and coached like I didn't know. Sure I heard snickers in the crowd behind. But this was only the first half. I came in half time with guys upset that we were losing to a team we knew we should beat. 'Listen up!' I shouted. Now with all eyes on me waiting for the direction of where we were to go. The seriousness of that lockerroom was incredible. "Guys," I started out. "I ripped my pants." Yes I brought out a life lesson to them about this game and referred to it as how they felt being beat by this team. They came out of the locker room with a different poise. Although we went into double overtime we wound up losing but a heck of a valiant effort by them. Little did they know I wanted to crawl under the bench and hide.
Oh for this one we will have to travel back in time. I was a senior in high school and moved to a different city. There was this girl who was a freshman that I liked. We had talked some and were becoming good friends. I was trying to muster up the courage to ask her out. With that said on to the story! I was coming back home with my next elder brother (there are three, I'm the youngest). It was late fall and it had snowed a few days earlier. We came over this rise and the dry road turned to slush (which in a Pontiac Sunbird a front wheel car with NO weight in the back is BAD) causing the back end to move around. After the back end started fish tailing the slush became solid ice (trees along the road to shade this area) I had very little control. I was doing real well not to over correct and to keep the pavement in front of us. My brother states, "Don't over correct." So what did I do? Over correct. And we wound up going backwards into a wooden barn. Any guess on who's? It was her's. Although fixing the barn on the coldest day of the year earned me alot of respect however, I never was able to ask her out.
Well, that's all I can think of right now. Hope you enjoyed! If anyone who reads this hasn't been tagged that means YOU'VE BEEN TAGGED
You're cheating though, there are two missing!
