The Not Top Ten

I was watching the Not Top Ten on Friday, as I always do, and there was one poor play that stuck out in my mind. Roger Federer, on match point, whiffed on his return! He lost to Nadal (the King of the clay) making Nadal undefeated so far this year on the slippery surface. Whiffed! On match point! I absolutely love watching the Not Top Ten because it always makes me feel better about myself and the many embarrassing sports screw ups in my life. Even the pros, who are at the top of their game, make rookie mistakes. It would be my worst nightmare to end up on the Friday morning ritual.

For example, I might not have lived down the pep rally disaster in seventh grade had it been documented and put on the Not Top Ten. Since no one really is going to see this, I'll share one of my biggest sports flops for entertainment. I love playing basketball. Now, you must understand that I am average in skill, a little sub par in my offensive ability, but I do have a pretty tenacious defensive streak. Anyway, I played ball in middle school, and I was always the little, white girl trying to earn her respect. In seventh grade, I was feeling a little more confident. No longer the lowest on the totem pole, and dressing out for the A-team, I felt that I was improving and receiving that respect. Then the pep rally happened. We did a basic lay-up drill and then moved on to a little three-on-three action. I brought the ball down, and to my excitement, I saw a major opening in the lane. I drove up the lane with purpose, and was extending my arm for the release of the ball, and out of nowhere-BAM-I got blocked by one of the tallest girls on the team. I mean, I didn't even see it coming! Almost immediately a chorus of "Ooohhhhh!"s came from the bleachers that were chock full of my fellow comrades. This was going to be bad. I definitely saw that going better in my head. As I walked to my locker at the end of the day, a random kid passed me in the hall, he turned and said "Ooo, you got stuffed!" Thankfully, no one really remembered after a day or so.

A really random side note: if lawn mowing were a sport-I'd be a champion. I slay lawns like no one else.