Another hockey story....
but only tangentially.
While on a hockey training weekend with college (before I discovered the violent joys of playing in goal - it's one of the few sports you are allowed to use violence as long as the ball is somewhere near) we went for an afternoon's swimming in the local leisure centre. Some (mostly girls) went up to the spectator area, so obviously us lads began larking about in an attempt to impress them (in advance of the drunken party planned for later).
The pool had a proper springboard, so a diving competition ensued. In a fit of over-confidence, I decide a somersault would impress the ladies.
Sadly I had no idea about diving, still less somersaulting, and thus didn't realise that one has to tuck oneself up in order to rotate quickly enough to........yup, I landed flat on my back in the water from about 10 feet up. Apparently the splash was spectacular.
Not sure which hurt more, the gales of laughter from the public gallery or my back, which felt like. a truck had hit it.
I did get a little sympathy later. ....when the hysterical laughter died down.
(localboy purveyor of pisspoor puns, Thu 19 Apr 2012, 21:59, Reply)