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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Sports at School?
In college, detailed in a previous post, I had an 'incident' with my First Sergeant where he decided I needed some 'motivational training'...so he took me to his room, made me get into the Forward Leaning Rest (push-up position) and kicked me multiple times.
He broke two ribs and punctured my lung.
After considerable pondering on my own mortality, I went back up to his room and broke his nose. But that didn’t 'solve' my problem...
You see, in a military college, you don’t want to be known as a "rat" so I knew I couldn’t report him -OR- go to the infirmary because if I went to the nurses, they would ask "how" it happened and I would have to break the honor code by lying about it...so here comes the sport part:
I was the Quarterback for my company's intramural football team. We had a game that afternoon...so I faded to pass and saw a guy breaking through the line...this was what I was waiting for: I THREW myself onto his knee so that my ribs, the broken ones, would impact it.
I woke up in the infirmary...two beds over? He was laying there with his nose taped up. Result!
I ended up having to be taped, navel to neck every third day for a month in order to immobilize my torso. BUT, to those that knew the back-story? I was a GOD!
( , Sat 1 Apr 2006, 20:27, Reply)
In college, detailed in a previous post, I had an 'incident' with my First Sergeant where he decided I needed some 'motivational training'...so he took me to his room, made me get into the Forward Leaning Rest (push-up position) and kicked me multiple times.
He broke two ribs and punctured my lung.
After considerable pondering on my own mortality, I went back up to his room and broke his nose. But that didn’t 'solve' my problem...
You see, in a military college, you don’t want to be known as a "rat" so I knew I couldn’t report him -OR- go to the infirmary because if I went to the nurses, they would ask "how" it happened and I would have to break the honor code by lying about it...so here comes the sport part:
I was the Quarterback for my company's intramural football team. We had a game that afternoon...so I faded to pass and saw a guy breaking through the line...this was what I was waiting for: I THREW myself onto his knee so that my ribs, the broken ones, would impact it.
I woke up in the infirmary...two beds over? He was laying there with his nose taped up. Result!
I ended up having to be taped, navel to neck every third day for a month in order to immobilize my torso. BUT, to those that knew the back-story? I was a GOD!
( , Sat 1 Apr 2006, 20:27, Reply)
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