I'll tell you a story because I can't sleep.

[LeftyFingerPop]

This may not sound like much, but it was actually one of the more embarrassing moments of my life.

I have never played on an organized hard ball team, but I can just about knock the hide off of a baseball. I am a great power hitter, but I can't field for shit.

My first real job out of college was as an accountant for a hospital. Everyday at lunch time, instead of eating lunch, I would go to the batting cages for an hour. Every day. I would hit baseballs until my hands were torn up. Then, I bought batting gloves and would hit some more baseballs. I was obsessed with the batting cages. There were different cages that represented different pitchers. I would go to the Nolan Ryan cage for a hard fastball. it took me forever to get the timing of the swing down, but I got to where I could connect consistently.

Now, I also played in an organized slow pitch softball league for the hospital. We would play different local businesses, and the people on opposing teams usually did not know each other well, so there was a lot of competitiveness.

Now, as you probably know, with slow pitch softball, the pitch comes in really soft and slow. A very easy ball to hit.

So we were playing in a playoff game, and I get up to hit.

Pitch comes in, I swing. Whiff.

2nd pitch....whiff.

3rd pitch....I'm swinging for the fences. I swung so hard that I just about fell. Complete whiff.

Never in my life have I seen someone go down swinging on 3 pitches in slow pitch softball. My timing was so geared to 90 mph fastballs from the cages, that I could not hit a softball to save my life.

I heard the snickers from the other team, and from the people in the stands.

I mean, you can't really run up to about 50 people and say...."hahaha....you see, my timing is off because I have been going to the batting cages and....."

[siligut]

1. I like your story.

I don’t want this to turn into a “My most embarrassing moment” thread or anything, so I will leave it at that.

[LeftyFingerPop]

2. Aww...let's hear it!

edit spelling

[siligut]

3. Not a chance kiddo!

My most embarrassing moment would cause the lounge to explode, and then where would we be? I like your story because of how you persisted; I really don’t think that is embarrassing.

[LeftyFingerPop]

4. How bad can it be?

:rofl:

Wait, don't answer that!

[Heidi]

5. Oh, I've had more than a few of those.

The highlights:
- Italian squat toilet. I'll say no more.
- "Mein schwangermutter" is not the correct German term for "my mother-in-law."
- "Jungfrau" is not the correct German phrase for "young woman."

[LeftyFingerPop]

7. Haha!

I am trying to figure out what those terms mean!

I have one more....I posted this in detail once...but long story short...I inadvertently burned most of my pubic hair off with a cigarette lighter at a concert once.

Hint: Needed light in a dark portable toilet.

[Heidi]

15. Also, "Zementit" is a kind of glue.

It is not a brand of condoms. Keep that in mind if you're ever in a German-speaking country.

[siligut]

9. Here we go, this is now a “My most embarrassing moment” thread.

Those squat toilets can be a bitch.:( :rofl:

[Tuesday Afternoon]

6. I have heard the same excuse from power hitters who had golfed

the day before. Nothing to be ashamed. I bet they have all struck out one time or another, too.

It still sucks to strike out, though.

[LeftyFingerPop]

8. Would have been better if I at least made some contact with the ball...

people were really laughing. I will never forget that.

[Tuesday Afternoon]

10. is that the only time you ever went down swinging on all air?

if so, that is nothing to be embarrassed about. It is a funny feeling...as I well know :blush:

yeah...I see your point :D

at least when you hit a foul you get a piece of the ball ;)

[LeftyFingerPop]

11. Yes... the only time in softball...

but plenty of times in hard ball.

[Tuesday Afternoon]

14. I am guessing that you played the "high arc"

drop in and tee off :D

[Lil Missy]

12. An "embarrassing moment" story.

I was a star in the High School band. I was selected to play in the marching band, and was very proud about that.

We practiced a really fancy and complicated routine for the homecoming game. It was perfect. Unfortunately, I didn't have my band pants zipped up, (red), and I had a wide open fly with white undies.

I was at the front of the formation, so that's when everyone, including the yearbook committee, took the pictures.

I joined the Witness Protection Program after that.

[Heidi]

13. At least you didn't leave your clarinet behind in the school parking lot

before state marching band competition and have hold a trumpet to your lips for 10 agonizing minutes in the dead of winter. :rofl: