Oh, you're still on my dick? Do better loose caboose.One time and one time only. When Joey Chestnut won Nathan’s Wiener eating contest. Breaking the record held by @Peter Gozintite. Not only the most eaten but the most wieners in your mouth at one time. Figured Peter would hold that record forever.
One time and one time only. When Joey Chestnut won Nathan’s Wiener eating contest. Breaking the record held by @Peter Gozintite. Not only the most eaten but the most wieners in your mouth at one time. Figured Peter would hold that record forever.
As for me, I've never cried or even come close to it over a sporting event I participated in. If someone booed, I just felt like saying screw you. Cheering never lifted me up or anything. If I had the talent to be a pro at any sport, I'm sure I would've been a wonderful post game interview. LOL.
Let's say I got a 13 on a par 5 and leave it at that. LolSorry to hear that. What did you shoot in that last round? 90? 100? You don't have to say.
Still gets me...
Still gets me...
I was only 1 then. Man, I wish I was already watching sports and watched that game live. I think I heard that very few people were able to watch it live.
I heard that a lot of people also cried when Secretariat won the Belmont Stakes in 1973. Another great sports moment before my time.
Kind of.
My parents left me at home with my uncle Charles for Super Bowl XVIII (Redskins vs Raiders) when I was 10.
They told uncle Charles to keep an eye on me while they went to the bar to watch the game with friends. I was sitting on the couch watching the game and uncle Charles was sitting next to me zoning out at the TV screen.
All of the sudden he sat up and said "Oh no... speed ball, speed ball!" He just kept repeating those words, "speed ball!" I figured he was talking about the game, and I was so absorbed in the beating the Raiders were handing down I didn't look away from the TV. About 20 minutes later my dad walked into the room to find my uncle slouched over on the couch with foam coming out of his mouth and nose while I was sitting less than 3 feet away calmly watching the Raiders celebrate.
My dad raced over to Charles and started shaking his body, and when Charles didn't wake up he flipped out, kicked the TV and stormed out of the room to call an ambulance.
A few minutes after the paramedics took my uncle's body away my dad kicked open my bedroom door and beat me mercilessly with a set of jumper cables.
I didn't understand that Charles had died of a drug overdose until years later, and when I found out what a speedball was I realized that he probably hadn't been talking about the Raiders passing attack.
I did. Age 9. One of my strongest childhood memories even if I barely understood why it mattered so muchI was only 1 then. Man, I wish I was already watching sports and watched that game live. I think I heard that very few people were able to watch it live.
I did. Age 9. One of my strongest childhood memories even if I barely understood why it mattered so much
Kind of.
My parents left me at home with my uncle Charles for Super Bowl XVIII (Redskins vs Raiders) when I was 10.
They told uncle Charles to keep an eye on me while they went to the bar to watch the game with friends. I was sitting on the couch watching the game and uncle Charles was sitting next to me zoning out at the TV screen.
All of the sudden he sat up and said "Oh no... speed ball, speed ball!" He just kept repeating those words, "speed ball!" I figured he was talking about the game, and I was so absorbed in the beating the Raiders were handing down I didn't look away from the TV. About 20 minutes later my dad walked into the room to find my uncle slouched over on the couch with foam coming out of his mouth and nose while I was sitting less than 3 feet away calmly watching the Raiders celebrate.
My dad raced over to Charles and started shaking his body, and when Charles didn't wake up he flipped out, kicked the TV and stormed out of the room to call an ambulance.
A few minutes after the paramedics took my uncle's body away my dad kicked open my bedroom door and beat me mercilessly with a set of jumper cables.
I didn't understand that Charles had died of a drug overdose until years later, and when I found out what a speedball was I realized that he probably hadn't been talking about the Raiders passing attack.
Fuck no
What kinda poosay cries over sports?
Suck it up you bunch of fhegs.