Ugh. Mine was brief, and thankfully, since I was in the popular crowd, I didn’t have it rubbed in TOO much, but I was a starting PG on Varsity basketball, and in front of a packed gym I had momentary brain fart and rebounded a missed FT by the other team and went right back up with it and scored……for them. I scored for the wrong team in front of about 600 people. At age 17. The gym got eerily quiet for about 4 seconds, the refs blew the whistle, and I, TOTALLY MORTIFIED, walked towards the bench to sit and hide. But my coach said, “Where you goin’? You’re not coming outta the game.” So I had to stay on the court and try to play, even though I couldn’t focus on anything but my embarrassment. Thankfully, like I said, my teammates and schoolmates let me live it down….I still don’t really know why.
Oh my God. We’ve actually reached “Idoicracy”.
“Yew talk all faggy”. SMH