Your most average, mediocre, middle-of-the-road type of moment in athletic competition?

Was on a buddy golf trip and had an absolutely shitty round going after 15 holes ...

16th hole (Par 5): hit a half wedge to within about 8 feet for a birdie
17th hole (Par 3): left about a 30 foot birdie putt about a ball short dead center of the cup for a tap in par
18th hole (Par 4): tee shot dead center of the fairway with 2nd shot to about 6 inches for a tap in birdie

It's what makes golf so maddening ... when things go really good it looks so easy ... most of the time it's what the hell is going on???
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I missed your golf stories.
 
I’ve won 8 bottles of rum across multiple Sandals Resorts events such as balloon popping race with your spouse on the beach, dance competition on stage during party night, pool volleyball, beer pong, drunk ping pong, and fishing a ring into the neck of a rum bottle.

All of which I was completely hammered for.

Being in your 20’s at a beach resort that caters to a primarily middle age demographic pays off for competitions.
 
I was the smallest dude on my HS freshman and JV football teams, and a starter only on kickoff.. During my freshman year we kicked off against an average school.. the returner bounced off one of our coverage players then ran into me.. I wouldn't call it a tackle, more of a hug as I brought him to the ground on top of me, crushing my wrist. I was so stoked to have made the tackle, but my wrist hurt like hell. It was the only play I ever made in two years of HS football...
 
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When I was in eighth grade I hit a running away from the basket, fade away 3 pointer, from 30 ft with a hand in the face at the buzzer. The crowd went wild!....we lost by 3.
 
It’s a close call. It’s either getting a tactical nuke in MW2 or shooting 70 in the final round to finish 7th in the prestigious 2015 Lewis County Amateur. I’m leaning towards the nuke.
 
I feathered a 4 wood to within tap in distance for eagle at the Dawgman Tourney at Washington National leading my flock of ducks and Ted Miller to victory

It was my only contribution but still
 
Best: As a 16yo, batting .750 with a few dingers for the u18 USA Reebok team in the final round robin. First time traveling to east coast and playing international teams.

Worst: Starting freshman spring scrimmage ball batting 0 for 12. First hit was a called bunt I beat out. I would have cut me then.
 
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Just dropped 43 hit 11 threes. Made 2 kids fall on crossovers. Got a kid ejected.
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Still lost we were only playing with 4 because someone had a midterm in the AM lol.
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8th grade hoops team played the Sehome Select team (same guys that would go on to win the 1996 state championship years later) and lost 129 - 29. Those dudes were a fucking machine.

 
I co-founded the 40/40 challenge, wherein one runs a 40-yard dash after downing 40 ounces of their malt liquor of choice.
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Did the Century Club with Mickey's and didn't puke. Probably my greatest achievement in life
 
I was playing a JV tennis doubles match at Mercer Island. My partner was a belligerent Danish exchange student named Christiaan. But he wanted to be called just “Chris,” and developed a mantra : “Call me Chris or DRINK MY PISS!” (Maybe he was atheist, IDK) The MI oppos disregarded his wishes just to get under he skin. He also suspected them of cheating on line judgments. He became so enraged that he twice jumped the net to confront them and had to be physically restrained. We were DQ’d, which rarely happened in JV tennis. As we were walking back to bus he served a ball from about 90 yards and hit the guy in the back, threw up both hands and went “AAAAAGGGH” Viking marauder style.
 
in high school a dude jumped completely over my head and Vince Carter’d me
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In a strange juxtaposition, The Throbber got teabagged by Shag Williams on a viscous baseline drive, two handed jam when Davis was ranked #1 in the state.

Should have been a charge but the ref swallowed his whistle at the ferocity of the act.
 
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I was playing a JV tennis doubles match at Mercer Island. My partner was a belligerent Danish exchange student named Christiaan. But he wanted to be called just “Chris,” and developed a mantra : “Call me Chris or DRINK MY PISS!” (Maybe he was atheist, IDK) The MI oppos disregarded his wishes just to get under he skin. He also suspected them of cheating on line judgments. He became so enraged that he twice jumped the net to confront them and had to be physically restrained. We were DQ’d, which rarely happened in JV tennis. As we were walking back to bus he served a ball from about 90 yards and hit the guy in the back, threw up both hands and went “AAAAAGGGH” Viking marauder style.
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Call me Chris or drink my piss! is a great option for Hardcore Husky marketing slogans.
 
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