For Origin fans, it all comes down to tonight. Will QLD maintain their winning streak or can the Blues finally get across the line? Either way pubs across the country will be packed with passionate supporters watching one of the most bitter rivalries in sport come to a close for 2011.
In the spirit of such an important game, we’ve got three fantastic Origin/League themed packs to give away, each containing three books. It contains Greats of Origin by Neil Cadigan, Out of the Shadows: A Champions Return to the Spotlight by Wally Lewis, and From the Sheds by Matthew Johns.
To win, all you have to do is comment on this post and tell me about a funny sporting incident from your own life. The top three stories win this great prize, so get writing!
I’m a 49 y/o male – and played in goals in a season warm up game for our Under 14 girls’ soccer team. Went off the game with 2 broken fingers – who says 13 y/o girls can’t kick???
When I was 14, a friend coerced me in to joining a mixed indoor cricket team with some people she ‘kind of’ knew. Before the first game of the season, we had a few practice sessions, which seemed to go alright. The boys bowled underarm to us girls (as was the rules) and we managed to hit a few balls! From the first real game though, we knew we’d made a grievous error… In this ‘mixed’ competition we were the only team with more than 1 girl in the side (we had 3) and we soon discovered that the girls in the other teams were really only there to make up the numbers as substitute players! We had a bit of fun along the way, but the crowing glory of our season was our best result – our one and only draw… we never did win a game, which was disappointing, but also our claim to fame – we were the worst team in the competition!!! Needless to say we didn’t continue on the next season, and I’ve never played indoor cricket again
my penpal visited me from usa and she had a photograph taken with our rugby team but two of the boys actually lifted her up high like she was the trophy they had won for the game
Excellent Post! Can someone from NSW win the prize over someone from Queensland??? Every Chance!
Funny Sporting moment for me was competing for the Air Force against the Army and Navy in a swimming carnival. I dived in doing my best powering towards the finish. Knew I wasn’t winning but the crowd was cheering regardless. As I finished I stood up at the end of the pool, suddenly the crowd cheering was raised to a level never before heard at the RAAF Richmond swimming pool. Couldn’t quite understand as I only came third…..till I looked down and realised my one piece swimming suit had ripped clean down the middle and my “floaties” were on display!!!!!! Moral of the story? Never use a VERY old swimsuit in public!
Great prize!!! Give it a shot, everyone can always use a good laugh
To say I am unco ordinated would be a very kind comment. Due to this I played one game of basketball as a child. The team would have forfeited if I did not play. They may as well have forfeited as I only scored one goal and it was in the other tems basket. I did not realise that teams changed goals at half time. As a result I keep myself well informed regarding all sports as an adult.
A few years back, my brother and I took our elderly father to a State of Origin match at Suncorp Stadium. A big young bloke seated in front of Dad kept standing up and blocking Dad’s view of his beloved game. Dad quickly got jack of this and the next time the bloke stood up, Dad leaned forward and pulled on the guy’s shirt to put him back in his seat. He went back in his seat alright – and tipped his full cup of beer all over himself. He swung around to take a punch at whoever had caused this and, with his fist clenched in mid air, was shocked to discover the culprit was an elderly gent about half his size. As my brother stepped in to protect Dad, the young guy didn’t know what to do. With a look of complete astonishment, he turned and sat down, completely drenched in beer and didn’t stand up again for the remainder of the match. Dad looked at me as I shook my head, knowing what could have happened, and said “well, I knew he’d either sit down or be dragged away for hitting an old man – either way I was going to get a better view of the game” … That’s my Dad – not even a punch in the face was going to stop him from getting a good view of his beloved Maroons.
I tried to be cool in front of my friends and attempted to headbutt a soccer ball. The only cool thing about it was the icepack I was given ten minutes later in First Aid!
It will be a great deciding game tonight. My funny story is about my son when he was small. We joined him in “little athletics” he was winning – out front of the pack by a country mile, when he stopped dead; waved to us; & waited for the rest of the littlies to catch up with him!! Needless to say this was not to be his forte.
I was competing in barrel racing on my beloved horse at the age of 14 years old. We had been training for months out in the paddock. However, on the night of the competition, they moved the barrels into the arena. We did our run at a great speed, and my horse put his head down for our final gallop through the flags, but all of a sudden, the rails of the arena were in front of us. I couldn’t stop him at all, and just held on as he skidded to a halt as he realised the barrier, and I sailed directly over his head, and landed, still seated, onto a bale of hay, to great applause. It was done so perfectly it looked like it had been rehearsed! Go the maroons!!
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I was born with a preference for being left handed but have been “encouraged” to use my right, and am consequently fully neither, but just use what feels most “natural” at the time. However, when I was about 14 we had a lesson on jumping hurdles, and as I was running up I could not work out which leg I would lead with – was it the right or the left? I had still not decided when I encountered the first hurdle, hitting it at full speed with my body and landing flat on my face. With my entire Phys Ed class watching on.
When I was a child Cross Country racing was really that. Over creeks, through barbed wire fences etc. The route had been marked out, with the women as guide posts along the way. We were to finish with a BBQ supplied by the men, but as we came into the park we were told to go around again, that the race wasn’t over yet. It turns out that the BBQ would not light because of the wet wood & the men folk didn’t want the everyone hanging around seeing their ineptitude. I think some of us almost perished that day, just so the men saved face.
Nice try people – but #1 is not only the first entry, but the best as well.
Back when I was a lad, I was never much good at sports, very unco-ordinated and was always picked last for whatever sport we had to participate in. And the day came that our team sport was cricket, again I was left to last pick (always great for self-confidence). Then I was placed in the field where the least possible part of any action would happen, unfortunately for my skipper, the opposing team decided that was where they would hit the ball. On that day, I caught 2 catches and effected 2 run-outs. Then came the time when I had to bowl, caught and bowled 2 more, and 1 LBW. It was a day that nobody could ever forget, least of all me. Just to see the expressions on the faces of the other players was more than enough reward.
Took me 16 goes to chip out of a bunker! There was sand and colourful adjectives flying everywhere!