School Sports Day
At some point in the distant past, someone at my school had built a large concrete tank behind the sheds and called it a swimming pool. Proud of this, they had a "Swimming Sports Day" in which everyone had to participate, even those who couldn't swim (they got to walk across the shallow end of the tank).
This would probably have been OK if the pool hadn't turned a deep opaque green the night before due to lack of maintainance. Even the school sports stars didn't want to go near the gloopy mess in the pool. We were practically pushed in. I'm sure some of the younger kids never surfaced again and the non-swimmers looked petrified.
Tell us your sports day horrors.
( , Thu 30 Mar 2006, 11:13)
At some point in the distant past, someone at my school had built a large concrete tank behind the sheds and called it a swimming pool. Proud of this, they had a "Swimming Sports Day" in which everyone had to participate, even those who couldn't swim (they got to walk across the shallow end of the tank).
This would probably have been OK if the pool hadn't turned a deep opaque green the night before due to lack of maintainance. Even the school sports stars didn't want to go near the gloopy mess in the pool. We were practically pushed in. I'm sure some of the younger kids never surfaced again and the non-swimmers looked petrified.
Tell us your sports day horrors.
( , Thu 30 Mar 2006, 11:13)
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One sunny day in June
I was one of the chosen few who were made to compete in School Sports Day. I missed out of getting in the 100 meters and the bloody 400 because my mates were too quick to volunteer. So I gave the 800m my best shot, came in 6th of about 12 runners, not a bad effort all things considered. When I crossed the line I saw an official walking towards me with his hand outstretched, wow, how decent, thought I, he wants to congratulate me. No, he didn't. He slipped his palm out of my sweaty mitts and said "get off the fucking track, there's other people still running you muppet."
Still burns to this day.
Spare a thought for the last friend in our group, he got saddled with the 1400m. After a promising start he dropped further and further behind and on the last lap, to our joy, was overtaken by the school spastic. No kidding, this guy had a haystack where his hair should be and was so poor the teachers had to have a regular whipround to buy him a uniform.
My friend's excuse?
"Yeah... I...I felt sorry for him, I let him win!"
Bollocks mate.
( , Thu 30 Mar 2006, 18:22, Reply)
I was one of the chosen few who were made to compete in School Sports Day. I missed out of getting in the 100 meters and the bloody 400 because my mates were too quick to volunteer. So I gave the 800m my best shot, came in 6th of about 12 runners, not a bad effort all things considered. When I crossed the line I saw an official walking towards me with his hand outstretched, wow, how decent, thought I, he wants to congratulate me. No, he didn't. He slipped his palm out of my sweaty mitts and said "get off the fucking track, there's other people still running you muppet."
Still burns to this day.
Spare a thought for the last friend in our group, he got saddled with the 1400m. After a promising start he dropped further and further behind and on the last lap, to our joy, was overtaken by the school spastic. No kidding, this guy had a haystack where his hair should be and was so poor the teachers had to have a regular whipround to buy him a uniform.
My friend's excuse?
"Yeah... I...I felt sorry for him, I let him win!"
Bollocks mate.
( , Thu 30 Mar 2006, 18:22, Reply)
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