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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Cricket - I've few sports day stories, but loads of crap sports ones
Ahhh - another crap story - well, two really...
Just been bowled to and I've let it go through (well, I'm crap at cricket and I probably missed it by a country mile - Couldn't hit the side of a barn with the bat I can tell you) - AAaaannyhoo ... I'm stood there, the wicket keeper has the ball and I'm attacked by what can only be described as a horse with wings and a f*** off great stinger (ok, so it was probably just a little wasp) so I'm flailing like a proper spas and I step out of the crease - Wicket keeper stumps me and twat games teacher decides I'm out. cnut.
Another time - I'm playing a blinder, I've beaten my P.B. and I'm up to 13 runs (told you I was crap) - dodgy call and I'm off to the other end and I think that I'd better slide in... Now, I'm more a footballer so I slide in like I would have done a sliding tackle. Bad idea. Forgot that I'm in shorts didn't I. It's been dry. The crease is like a cheese grater. Got in though.... Leg was a right old mess - was wrapped in gauze for over 2 weeks - I'm still scarred now 14 years later .... physically - only slightly mentally.
Arsebiscuits.
( , Sun 2 Apr 2006, 12:21, Reply)
Ahhh - another crap story - well, two really...
Just been bowled to and I've let it go through (well, I'm crap at cricket and I probably missed it by a country mile - Couldn't hit the side of a barn with the bat I can tell you) - AAaaannyhoo ... I'm stood there, the wicket keeper has the ball and I'm attacked by what can only be described as a horse with wings and a f*** off great stinger (ok, so it was probably just a little wasp) so I'm flailing like a proper spas and I step out of the crease - Wicket keeper stumps me and twat games teacher decides I'm out. cnut.
Another time - I'm playing a blinder, I've beaten my P.B. and I'm up to 13 runs (told you I was crap) - dodgy call and I'm off to the other end and I think that I'd better slide in... Now, I'm more a footballer so I slide in like I would have done a sliding tackle. Bad idea. Forgot that I'm in shorts didn't I. It's been dry. The crease is like a cheese grater. Got in though.... Leg was a right old mess - was wrapped in gauze for over 2 weeks - I'm still scarred now 14 years later .... physically - only slightly mentally.
Arsebiscuits.
( , Sun 2 Apr 2006, 12:21, Reply)
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