Discussion Thread: Amateur Athletic Glory

What’s your tale of amateur athletic glory? If you’re a retired NFL player, you’ll have to sit this one out. I have more tales of hilarious failure than spectacular success from my student-athlete days, but one story as an adult stands out. I was playing disc golf with a group in Wisconsin. Everyone else had played often and had the magical ability to make the Frisbee go where it was supposed to. Mine veered off in random directions, usually landing in a convenient patch of poison ivy or at the bottom of a steep ravine. As an act of mercy, we played best-disc in teams of two. That meant we only kept the best throw from each pair and forgot about the other one. None of my throws counted all day. Then, at the end, my team needed to make a forty-foot throw (the distance gets longer every time I tell this story) to win the game. Out of nowhere, I sank it in the basket. Everyone went nuts. It counted for absolutely nothing, and no one else probably remembers it, but it was a shining moment…