There's got to be alot of funny, embarrassing moments out there. Here's mine:
I have always been a fan of "The Sweet Science" - boxing. I grew up listening to the greats on the radio - Joe Louis, Sugar Ray Roberson, Joe Walcott. When I reached my teens, I decided to try amateur boxing.
Right away I descovered that my boxing style was a problem - I blocked all my opponents blows with my face, this left both hands free to swing but gave my opponent (and the judges) the impression he was winning. After losing my first two fights, I drew the only opponent in the world I KNEW I could beat. Since this was going to be my night of glory, I invited my girlfriend to come down and watch me destroy the poor guy. Instead of going to the ring in just trunks and gloves, I borrowed a friend's bright red bathrobe and wrapped a towel over my head, trying to look BAD (not easy for a skinny 130 pounder).
Right away I noticed that my expected opponent didn't show and there was a sub from another club, but by this time I was so pumped I didn't care.
After getting our instructions at ring center, I strutted back to my corner, flipped the sash on the robe and descovered that it would not come off over the gloves. While I sat embarrassed, they removed the gloves, removed the robe, then replaced the gloves. By this time I knew my only salvation was to really whip that guy, however I did not know that at his club they touched gloves at the beginning of each fight. The bell rang, we went to ring center, he put both hands out, and I KNOCKED HIM DOWN. He got up really mad and proceeded to beat the crap out of me for three rounds (I was too stupid to lay down).
I retired from boxing that night.
Dono

 

when i was about 11 i started speed skating at the local rink. i had been skating since i could stand and loved to race people around the rink on friday nights but always got in trouble for it. on time the ref said." why dont you come and try out for the speed team" i did, i made it and started practicing with the team a few weeks befor the next meet which just happened to be at OUR rink. i got to the rink the morning of the meet and i was FREAKING OUT! i knew i was good enough to compeate and maybe win the event but i was as nervous as ive ever been in my life. i swear i went to the bathroom about 20 times before my first heat. my heat was called and i went out to lineup, stuck my toestop on the line and felt like i REALLY had to go.......i did. i didnt tottaly whiz myself but some got out and put a wet spot on the front of my light blue spandex shorts that i swear the whole rink could see. as a result, i left the line late and didnt qualify for the next heat.



another one was when i tookoff on a wave and realized my shorts had sliped down to my ankles. thankfully that wasnt during a surfing competion.....it was just a bunch of friends and our girlfriends down in Cape Hatteras, NC.

 

I am a bass player. Last November, I was in the studio working on our band's second CD. The lead singer (Nick) is also a really good friend of mine (like a brother to me).
Anyway, this particular night after the studio session, I was supposed to get together at 8:00 with some other friends of mine who are also musicians (all girl band) They had invited me to "jam" with them.

Before I headed to the studio that day, my girlfriend had asked me "why don't you invite Nick?. "I'm sure he would like to come along and jam too after the studio".
I told her no, because the last time Nick showed up at one of their gigs, he got pretty drunk, out of hand, and was verbally fighting with everyone. It wasn't a pretty sight, and though it happened a couple years ago and even though he's straight now, I didn't want any awkwardness or confrontations!

The studio session ended, and Nick asked me "what are you doing later"? I told him I was suposed to stop at a friend's house at 8:00.
He asked, "mind if I stop by for a while before you go"? I said sure.

I get home and see a note saying... "See you at Lisa's house".
"P.S. Lisa said she don't think the others would mind if Nick came with you."
I thought to myself that Lisa must have been drinking, and forgot about the "big scene". Surely the other's would not forget so easily. I crumbled up the note before Nick got a chance to see it.

It was now 7:15, and Nick was still hanging out, re-stringing his guitar. I was getting kind of nervous because I didn't want to be late. Finally after Nick left, I quickly threw my equipment into the back of my Ford, and raced over to Lisa's house.

I arrive at Lisa's, and knock on the door. No one answered, but I could hear them talking downstairs. I head downstairs and when I get to the bottom, Everyone yelled "SURPRISE!" "HAPPY BIRTHDAY"! All my friends were there. I look to my left and who do I see? .....Nick.

He says "So, you weren't going to invite me"? "You even crumbled the note so I wouldn't see it"!

Boy was I embarrased! I felt horrible!!

Later that night though, he was still bustin' my chops. I told him "Ahhh Shut up, you aint even supposed to be here!" We laughed so hard.

 

One of my more embarassing moments was one day when I was about 23 and good looking, I took my girl friend and her 16 year old sister out for some fun. For some stupid reason I was into wearing short shorts at that time. We all had a good time and when I dropped the girls off, the little sister kind of stared and giggled a lot.

All very strange. Anyway, as I was driving home I happened to glance down and saw my little friend peeking out from under my shorts. Then I knew why the little sister was so giggly. I had a case of delayed extreme embarassment.

Why is it that for us guys, embarassing moments are often caused by our little buddies?

Jim Henderson

 

[updated:LAST EDITED ON 22-Aug-02 AT 11:46 AM (EST)]>One of my more embarassing moments was one day when I was
>about 23 and good looking, I took my girl friend and her 16
>year old sister out for some fun. For some stupid reason I
>was into wearing short shorts at that time. We all had a
>good time and when I dropped the girls off, the little
>sister kind of stared and giggled a lot.
>
>All very strange. Anyway, as I was driving home I happened
>to glance down and saw my little friend peeking out from
>under my shorts. Then I knew why the little sister was so
>giggly. I had a case of delayed extreme embarassment.
>
>Why is it that for us guys, embarassing moments are often
>caused by our little buddies?
>
>Jim Henderson


oh my god BAHAHAHAAAAHAH!!!!! I bet you never wore short shorts again!!

*sorry for laughing*

 

Jim - the only thing I am going to say is - Watch where you go to the bathroom while camping. When you get poison ivy in certain spots, it is very uncomfortable, especially when your doctor is the father of a girl you have taken on dates (and plan on doing again)...

 

Re our "little buddies", I recall standing in a room with 200 other naked men (pre-induction physical) and realizing that the Declaration of Independence is wrong when it states, "all men are created equal.
Dono

 

Beans, tummy ache, Large European Cathedral, Me officiating.. Nature took it's course. The slightest sound in that Cathedral is magnified to orchestral volume................


Wm
'96 F450 White with Grey interior Crew Cab. Banks Turbo, Intercooler and Exhaust,
Power pack Chip, shift kit, Auxiliary transmission, electronic enhanced transmission control,
16 forward and 4 reverse ratios. 340hp 660ft lb 4 wheel drive, 4.10 gears, 12,ooo# winch

 

Wm, ..God Himself must have had a chuckle at that one....next time drop the bible, kick an alter boy or pretend it's the opening chord to 'Amazing Grace' and just sing along.

Can't top that one, but my ultimate moment was also in a church as a 6 year old ring bearer. The service drug on and on and I had to go soooooo badly that, well, let's just say as the bride turned from the alter, her train soaked up most of it, leaving a nice, shiny snail trail down the aisle during her most glorious moment. This same bride reminds me annually of the ignomy I perpetrated.

 

Ok, so you fellows don't feel left out, I'll tell you mine. This was totally unladylike, but it snuck up on me.

In fifth grade, we were all taking a test. All you heard were pencils scribbling on paper. It was TOTALLY silent otherwise. Well, I dropped my pencil, and bent down to pick it up, and well. I had um, LOUD flatulence, so loud, that everyone, including the teacher burst out in laughter. It took a few minutes before the class settled down again. I bet my face was turnip red though! I was the laugh of the day.

He was such an awesome teacher. He once had us join hands in a circle, with two people touching a generator (I think thats what it was). It sent electricity through each of us, it was pretty neat.

 

I had just come back from Turkey a while back and had a good case of the "Turkey Trots" . When I got home I also managed to catch the mother of all head colds. I was in a gas station standing in line to pay for fuel when I started on a sneezing fit. About 3 sneezes into it I felt a little warmer 'round back then normal to say the least. I couldn't leave because I had already fueled so I was stuck. Just when I hoped no one notced I heard this person laughing behind me. I turned around to see this old fella who must have been 100 standing there laughing. all he said is "I hate it when that happens" and we both started laughing.

Brad Godkin
1986 F350 XLT
CC/SRW 6.9 auto

 

My most embarassing moment was a couple years ago when we went to a Rodeo that we used to go to every month in Davey, Fla. We were watching the bull riding and one of the bulls had one horn turned up and the other turned down, kind of flopping. I asked Steve why the one horn was flopped and if it hurts. He proceeded to inform me that when the bulls are young, the owners have a choice in which direction they want the horns to be set. They set them up, down, pointing forward or however they want, but sometimes they work their way out of the slots, and when the bull gets this large, the owner usually can't get close enough to reset the horn. I was very inquisitive and kept asking questions and he kept up with similar responses. Next thing I know, everyone around us is laughing hysterically, most of whom I didn't know. It dawned on me what they were laughing at. Talk about embarassed once I finally caught on to the B.S. my husband was feeding me.

I do have to give him credit. He kept this conversation going completely straight faced and as a-matter-of-fact. And of course, he had to tell everyone we ran into for the next couple of weeks.

 

I worked nights as security at a local hotel where most of the musical groups stayed when performing at the auditorium across the street. One particular night we had Van Halen staying with us and I spent the entire night chasing down drunk groupies, drunk band members and handling a gazillion noise complaints. The next morning I was to meet my wife at her doctor's to hear the heartbeat of our soon-to-be-born son. I had plenty of time to get there and, unfortunately, enough time to get very sleepy. The nurse took my wife back to the exam room and said she would come out and get me when the doctor was ready. Yep, I fell asleep in the waiting room. The nurse said the expectant mothers had a great laugh at the guy who was leaning forward in the chair with his head between his knees, arms down at his sides with his hands on the floor...SNORING.

 

Well i havnt quite collected enough years to have any extremely embarrasing moments, but i can tell you something halarious that happened to a co-worker of mine.

He was working under his van (chevy) and i'm not quite too sure what he was doing, but he's an idiot and he parked it on a hill. This guy has always been sorta nutty. Anyways, while he's working he does something like disconnecting the emergency brake line, or the driveshaft... something i don't remember. the results were him being dragged about 50 feet down a driveway holding on to his undercarriage yelping for help. it was pretty halarious.


Now he goes as the guy who ran himself over.