I honestly thought I had commented on this post earlier somehow while I read your comment.

Mine is similar, awful at baseball, batted last, coach told me to lean into pitches, etc. Over the season I grew pretty good at leaning into pitches to where I was on-base pretty often. One of these times the kid at the top of…

Once, in a friendly basketball game at the company picnic, the other team had the ball, and an errant lob pass was heading out of bounds. An opponent and I headed towards it, and he got there first, leaping to retrieve it and throw it back into the field of play.

Not a singular moment, but rather years of playing football (and to a lesser extent baseball) with extremely noticeable, terminal swampass. Just a giant circle of wetness from my crack to my taint whenever I broke a sweat, accentuated by our bright red football pants. I became so well known for it my nickname was…

When I was 4, I peed my pants during a T-Ball game because I was sure my cup would hold it in. Wouldn’t have been such a big deal had it not been before the game had even started and I wasn’t standing next to the park bathrooms. The cup had holes in it too... Things haven’t gotten much better since then

7th grade basketball. A few seconds left, we are up by one or two. Our ball out of bounds. During timeout, coach tells us all we have to do is get the ball inbounds and don’t travel. The ball is inbounded to me, and I grasp it firmly.

I was an extremely bad baseball player. They used to start me and bat me 9th on the off-chance that two innings would take place before my spot in the batting order came up, and I could be pulled having played my league-mandated two innings.

Intramural indoor soccer in college. I was playing goalie, because I stopped playing soccer when I was 7 and have absolutely no footskills. I don’t remember why the ball was so high in the air, but it was, and I severely misjudged the bounce. I tracked it down running back towards my own goal, like a center fielder…

7th grade football. First game of the season. I felt a rumble in my lower abdomen during warmups. Right before kickoff I had to sprint to the bathroom. The stalls didn’t have doors on them, but I had barely made it to the toilet in time so I didn’t have a choice.

He’s short, he’s Canadian, and he simply cannot be touched.

He’d have to change his name to something generic like “Lucky Drew” or show up with Japanese letters on his face as the mysterious “Lord Tensai.”

Dearest Mother,

Year two: Nia Jacksonville. No one likes it and it can’t play football, but because it’s in the same state the Rock went to college, it’s the main game every week.

Bombshell recounts the Fox News scandal in which numerous female staffers accused Roger Ailes of sexual harassment and misconduct.

How about Nacional Miami? It’s unique, it reminds you of Internazionale Milan which is what they’re going for but it also pays homage to Miami’s latin heritage.

Since he retired from baseball, Schilling hasn’t done anything that would suggest he’d be a capable member of society, let alone Congress.

there hasn’t been this much fuss about a second Schutt Air since the JFK assassination

Or maybe the wealthy professional football team he plays for could figure out a way to get its hands on one for him.

Counterpoint:

They’re going to disappoint you by being dull and mediocre rather than comically pathetic. They’ll go 7-9 to deprive you of the satisfaction of watching them go 2-14.

Because the feud went from Dean Ambrose being the coolest, most badass motherfucker on the planet to “James Elsworth made Vince laugh and now we’re going to put him into every single segment with Ambrose”.