School Sports DayAt 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.
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chthonic, Thu 30 Mar 2006, 11:13)
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Ball + Height + Face = PainPlaying rounders and generally pissing about, I hit a ball about 150 Gazillion feet into the air. Now I'm showing off as I was quite good at rounders (how gay is that??) so I'm looking around showing off while the ball's up in the air.
Ok, I've got to catch it now, it's a still day, no wind, no problem. There it is, I've got my eye on it, no problem, hands up, placed right. Something distracts me, or I'm just too much of a twunt. Ball goes straight through my hands and hits the one thing behind it - my face, specifically my nose. There would have been less blood if I'd got a bucket of blood and thrown it all over my face.
I stopped showing off when playing rounders - after that. No wait, I didn't.....
(, Tue 4 Apr 2006, 11:34, Reply)
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