Anyone want to share some stories regarding humor in their swimming or past experiences....like meets....practice...HS Swimming, college....age group....?
Emmet's story is a classic! Of course, your punishment to her wasn't even as bad as what she doled out. At least I haven't heard anything yet about the dangers of second hand gas!
Emmett.....I LOL big time....thank you.....I'd of given a weeks pay to have been there to see that....
And, thank God you had not been using VO2 Max Shampoo..or you may have blown her through the pool building wall....BOOM ! wow, where did that lady go?
Originally posted by emmett
With that, I leaned away from her, lifting one cheek in her direction and proceeded to rip off the longest, most impressive gaseous expression you could imagine - a real window rattler. With jaw dropped and eyelids peeled back she lept off the bleacher and before the reverberations ceased she was scurrying out the door, trailing wisps of smoke all the way. From the other end of the pool I heard clapping, laughing and hoots from the divers.
It was unprofessional, I know - adolescent even. But I never saw that lady in the facility again.
It might have been adolescent, but it was FUNNY!! (and deserved imho). I had trouble getting to sleep last night because I kept chuckling at the image - no make that at the sounds - that you described so eloquently.
Hey Geek...where and what type room would you suggest? Reason? Aw shucks...I'm lost again.....are not, am to, hush Dummy, we'll figure it out, you hush up their is no WE, is to... your writing about me....oh...never mind..what mind....KEEP IT UP....
Two words: speedo pup-tents (and given the ... physique of some of the women on our college team, thank God for cold water during our work-outs).
A friend of mine threatened to write a book about masters swimming: Men Who Hang on Pool Walls, and the Women Who Swim Past Them. Fortunately, our teammates (including his future wife) found it a drole remark.
In 1994 those of us affiliated with San Diego Swim Masters thought we had a clear road to the SC National Team Championship. In fact, we thought it was so clear, that we printed up before the meet a bunch of t-shirts with the phrase "National Champions." As it turned out, the home team Arizona Masters out-organized us and won the large team championship. A discussion of what to do with the t-shirts ensued. One of our leading lights, the late and fondly remembered Bill Earley, suggested that we simply add the word "hips" at the end.
A friend and I were shopping at the local Sam's Club for refreshments for the food tent at our team's annual open water swim. She noticed they had for sale a large variety of women's competitive swim suits, but being a Sam's Club, there was no changing room. We wondered on the way back what they were thinking. I suggested it would be a different story if they had MEN'S suits for sale under similar conditions. "Yeah, I'll take 5 of those and 2 of these and one from the end of the rack over there. Do they make me look fat? Who cares?"
Our college team used to make up posters for the cafeteria and student center advertising our home meets. One of the freer spirits in our group came up with the following pitch, "See beautiful women in incredibly small swim suits, and great looking guys in even smaller swim suits." If memory serves, we had a decent turn out for that home meet.
Our same college team had a "Profound Statements" board. One entry read, "We have a meet today?"--Hunter Adams. At the time, I had a fairly substantial mustach. Someone took a picture of me in the classic turning to breath freestyle pose. A wag took that photo, added the caption "Lech Walensa is alive and well and swimming for LFC," and posted it to the board. And don't get me started about our X-rated cheers.
Having said all that, Emmett, you still da man! All the rest of us with our lame little stories are clearly not worthy to post in your discussion thread.
Matt
I just want to thank you all for this thread. I needed a good laugh after the terrible morning (bad shoulder may require surgery with 3-4 month rcovery, rock hit my windshield and cracked it, etc...).
In our house, we call the G.O.Ds General. As in General Puttin (pooting - get it?) :D
Can't say that I have while swimming, but while standing between sets is another matter.
I saw a commercial from Japan (on one of those funniest commercials shows) some years ago. There were six or seven little kids who jumped into a Japanese bath one by one. When the last little kid had jumped in, and they were all standing in a row, the camera zoomed in on the last little kid as bubbles arose behind him. How did they get him to do that on cue I wonder?
Anyway, these posts have to stop - my laugh muscles need a rest. :D
Originally posted by swimr4life
Ladies...why is it that while we are dating, men don't share this gift with us. When we get married they seem to want to make up for lost time!:rolleyes: As long as I keep my sense of humor, it is hilarious. My husband has woke me up many mornings to his noises. We have woke up laughing so hard! I hope we never grow "too old" to find it humorous!:D
Try being stuck in the same car with my husband. It isn't surprising to find me driving with my window down in the cold winter.
Mark,
Remind me not to ever go to church were you play at.
