A few days ago someone randomly asked me what my most embarrassing moment was. My response was immediate.
The reason is boys, but I managed the various hockey teams for my schools starting in junior high. Sophomore year of high school I was bumped up from being the JV manager to Varsity. Woohoo for me, huh? Managing a sports team is basically being a maid to 20 odd self-obsorbed, gnarling smelling boys who have absolutely no interest in you at all anyway. Why in the HECK did I do it? Darned if I know... Like I said, it must have been the fact that I got to be around boys. Never went on a single date with any of them, but I've got some stories... And this is one of them -my most embarrassing moment to date.
It was the big game. Dimond (that's us) playing East High. The bleachers were PACKED -PACKED, I tell you. My backpack was strapped on and in each hand I had a crate full of water bottles. Grand total of twelve of those puppies. The zamboni had just finished smoothing over the rink and I was highly aware of the large puddle remaining in the center of the ice. Skoosh, skoosh, skoosh, I carefully walked across the rink like I'd done 100 times before. And BAM! I mean, WHAM-BAM -just as I reached the middle of the ice I slipped right in that darned puddle of water.
Water bottles shot clear to the opposite goals. I carefully stood up. Mortified. Gathered the scattered water bottles, turned to the crowd and took a bow. A roar of applause went up, and I swore that I would never, ever, not in 100 million years walk across the ice ever again.
And to this day, I've stuck to it.
What's your story?
1 comment:
Aaaahhhhhhhh Sweetie.
I remember.
And as usual, you handled it with grace and charm.
Not much ice in Texas :)
love, Mama
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