I don’t mean to laugh, but that is pretty funny. Reminds me of my most embarrassing bball moment:

Junior year, varisty starter, 30 secs left in an extremely close game. We’ve been in foul mode for a bit now since we were behind. They are missing FTs like crazy. We finally take the lead with 1 point with about 15 secs left. They inbound the ball, and I run over and hammer the guy (Still thinking we are behind). I laid him out on the ground. Intentional foul! Two shots and the ball.

I’ve never been yelled at by so many people at one time in my life! Coach, teammates, fans, I felt like Chris Webber in the National Championship at U of Mich.

Thankfully he missed both shots, and they inbounded the ball right back to us, and we won, but it was one lonely and quiet bus ride home for me.

Luckily (and not lucky at the same time) my game was at home so I only had a 5 minute ride home with my dad. But all my friends from school were at the game and got to make fun of me.

I will keep it sports related…
I was a catcher and my junior year of high school we had a bad high school team. It was one of those games where we just had someone pitch to get through the game because it was over before it started. The kid was all over the place and I was getting annoyed. There was no one on base and he threw one in the dirt and I didn’t block it because it would have been the 100 time I had blocked a ball that game. It went to the backstop and as I went back to get the ball my mom yells “come on Kyle, block the ball” I was so frustrated I told my mom to shut up.
Very embarrassing.

Maybe another time I will tell you the story about when I was pitching and the coach came to take me out and I just dropped the ball on the mound and walked off the field.

What were you thinking, how could you be so stupid…
ohhh, sorry I thought I would bring back some memories for you.

I have many, but the first one that comes to mind is from the 7th grade Middle School dance. My dad had dropped me off (in his flesh-colored work van, mind you) and told me to be out front by 9 pm.

I was dancing with a girl to the last song, which in those days was always “Everything I Do I Do it For You” by Bryan Adams (Robin Hood: Prince of Thieves Soundtrack). All of the sudden, I felt a tap on my shoulder. IT.WAS.MY.DAD. I could have died right there and been totally fine with it.

Ahh!! Flashbacks! =)

This isn’t the *most* embarrassing moment, but it’s up there well enough, I suppose.

So I was playing lead guitar in a band during my first couple of years in college. We were doing soundcheck and there were already some people in the audience. All of the sudden, I noticed one of my strings snapped.

“Wait, wait, wait,” I yelled to stop the band. “I just broke my G-string.”

And in fact, I did actually break the string that is tuned to G.

Hilarious. Leave it to parents to mess up pubescent love.

I can’t wait until it’s my turn to tap my kids on the shoulder.

Ha! Misogyny ftw, Kyle?

First of all, you know I love the monkey.

Hmmm. I didn’t play sports. Instead, I was in the marching band. Some embarrassing moments include: Marching in the opposite direction from the rest of the band during a halftime show in which I suddenly became disoriented; leaving part of my uniform (my pants!) on the bus after an away-game and hearing the band director announce that someone wearing size 10 needs to come to the front to claim them (We wore jeans underneath, btw); slamming my band-new $1,000 flute in the van door and bending it.

While you jocks were out having a grand ole time, we band nerds were working hard!

When I was in junior high I was racing a friend in the parking lot (running race, not cars)…with the wall of the church being the finish line. He leaned his bass guitar against the wall too. He had a soft case for it, so when I beat him to the wall I crashed into the bass guitar and snapped the neck. That was not a fun day at church.

I wet my pants in the 5th grade in front of my teacher because she didn’t let me go to the bathroom.

I vividly remember saying, “Dad, I hate your guts!” First time I had ever said something like that to him. I’m pretty sure he never got that piece of his heart completely back, and I have to say that at the time, I enjoyed seeing that statement get to him.

…I’ve since repented.

1989 to 2003ish. Except for 1998 I broke out a wicked awesome British accent at our Christian school prom. Dancing was of the devil but bad scripts apparently were not. Oh my senior year I started once and played in two games. Even the freshmen were better. True stories.

Mine would have to be 7th grade. I stayed home from school one day because I wasn’t feeling well but by lunch time my dad said that I was okay and needed to go to school. I had eaten a sandwich for lunch and the first class (shop class) I was in that day I threw up all over my desk and the floor! My dad had to come back and pick me up. The smell of cut wood always brings back that memory!

Nice embarrassing moment, Tyler.
Mine is not necessarily self-embarrassment (since I do not really get embarrassed much), but plenty of others were embarrassed on my behalf. It was open gym recreation before youth group one Wednesday night, and our gym was carpeted with extremely thin carpet (under which was concrete). We had this enormous green inflatable ball, much a four-and-a-half foot wide exercise ball. I thought that I could jump high enough to land perfectly on the top and bounce off as though it were a trampoline. Well, I was greatly overconfident, and, of course, the moment my feet hit the ball (imperfectly), it rolled out and I smacked my head squarely on the concrete. To everyone’s utter shock, I was not unconscious. I am pretty sure it caused a concussion, and it was cheesy movie night, so I had to make sure my friends did not let me fall asleep (which I learned from M*A*S*H). Stupid me.

I was also in marching band. We had a terrible football team so people would come just for our band’s half time show (we were quite good and had several first place wins at competitions each year).

We were at a rival school and it had been raining all week so the field was in terrible shape by half time. I had just ordered new marching shoes but the ones I got were mis-sized and were too sizes too big. I stuffed socks in the end so that I could march because there were no spares (a missing bass drummer is easier to spot than a missing horn player).

We were marching around, and at one point we stopped, and I was right in the muddiest part of the field. When we started to go again I was stuck. The guy behind me bumped into me. I had no choice, I had to go or get trampled. So I did the first thing that came to mind… I marched right out of my shoes. It was awful. Marching in mud in only your socks is terrible.

After the performance I told my band director who, and after the game we told the grounds keepers and they only found one shoe. I still don’t know what happened to the other, but I spent the rest of the night in my muddy socks.

I posted mine here…

http://oicmp.com/saved-by-the-snot

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I am very, very accident prone, so I have so many to choose from. But in keeping with high school athletic moments…I was on the varsity cheerleading squad 9th-12th grade, and I was a flier (the person at the top of stunts, who gets tossed around). My sophomore year, we had this stunt that I had to do a split at the top of a stunt while girls held my feet. We had several different uniforms, but when we did this stunt, we always wore the one that had a slit up the skirt so that the skirt wouldn’t role up and showcase my unmentionables. I mean, we wore bloomers, but I still didn’t want my skirt to be around my hips while I did a split 6 feet in the air in front of the whole student body and all of the faculty and staff.

As fate would have it, for one particular pep rally, they had to change the stunt we were doing (I don’t remember why), and it was changed to the one where I do a split because we could do it easily without practicing. And of course, we were NOT wearing the skirt I’d normally wear for it. I was already dating Tom (morethanuseless.com) at that point, and he was totally unprepared for the fact that my skirt would be around my hips and my bloomers would be on display at the top of the stunt for quite some time during the cheer we were doing. And he didn’t appreciate the fact that suddenly, all the boys were grinning. That, plus the fact that he hated all the jocks. He was a saxophonist in the band. And to be fair, most of the jocks at our school were full of themselves. Thankfully, that never happened to me again.

A classic high school moment. Bringing back memories watching the cheerleaders during pep assemblies and half times at games.

Once during band rehersal we were practicing a part of our show and well I went to the wrong spot and every single band kid was behind me(200) I think. And to make matters worse I couldn’t move and my band director shouts now everyone I want you to feel uncomfortable if your in the wrong spot. talk about a rough day