There was a lot of that in intramurals it seemed. We played flag football too and it was frightening at times bc it’d get so dirty.
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Intramurals really were sort of frightening. Lots of big pumped up strong kids who were really good athletes but not great at whatever sport they were playing 🤣
We had one guy who played at New Albany and that may have been it. Everyone else was like "sure, I'll give a try". First game was against a team that had some guys from the UAE who ran circles around us and were enjoying making us look like the dupes we were. Down by a million, so I just blew this one guy up who was working on his 3rd hat trick or whatever it is in soccer.
Did something similar in our second game. When they told me one more incident would mean no more intramural sports, I gladly walked away.
That’s hilarious!!! I think we put more effort into organizing our family of intramural teams than we did school.
Yeah we took all that very seriously. In fact I got pushed out of the basketball team our last season. I don’t remember all the details but it was a disgusting affair.
No participation trophies back then. People didn't play for the exercise. Gen X is still all about winning, regardless of the friendships it might ruin. Do or die.
Remember softball? We had a great squad. Destroyed the frat guys. Made it to the championship game where we squared off against the MBAs. Because they had money, they bought one of those double walled bats that came out around 2000. Field didn’t have a fence and our outfield couldn’t play deep enough to not get covered. Grounders in the infield were a complete get the f$ck out of the way. None of us had health insurance let alone dental. I think we lost by 30 runs. No joke.
🤣🤣🤣🤣. Remember. They were movers and shakers. Shouldn’t have come as a surprise
That is just an awesome story. It’s the sort of thing you wish would’ve had a professional film crew.
Was all real fun. Cortez is one of those guys who has an arm like a throwing machine. Real neat
I remember I ran like 50 yards out to cut a ball off. F$ckers were just running around the bases. Turned and threw the ball as hard as I could. It went over the backstop.
Softball was the last sport of the season. I only went occasionally to softball and that was only bc we had a close friend in our group who was a god awful athlete who kept telling us: just wait until softball. That’s when I’m going to go off. Now that’s my sport. It was painful to watch god love him. But no I played every football game and Cortez was our qb. I broke and still hold every intramural punting record. Nationwide
Oh he does. Incessantly
Can’t wait for her to complain the generic doesn’t work as well.
My soph year we put together the best squad I have ever played on, in any sport. Ten run ruled every single team we played. We had two guys who could have played, or did play at one point, Div I (one had played at Michigan the year before but transferred to IU and lived on our dorm floor. Quiet kid from Jamaica or something who was the faster player I've ever witnessed. He beat out a routine ground ball to the pitcher, who did not bobble it or even let up on his throw to first; the other was my freshman year roommate who had an offer to play at Dayton (Div II?) and another school) and a few others that were standouts in high school.
Three of the other players were from my high school baseball team which was pretty good. One was our IM pitcher, who was an abysmal athlete, but for some reason could pitch really well within those stupid intramural rules when he was high (and ONLY when he was high). Dude could out drink or out smoke any man alive.
At one point in the tournament, maybe three games in, we only had 6 people. They let us field a squad and not forfeit. We ten run ruled the opponent in 4 innings. The Jamaican guy, who would only play first base, conceded and played CF. He tracked down everything. I played the entire right side of the infield, and our SS played the entire left side. No catcher (god the ump was pissed at that). Glorious.
Made it to the dorm championship game and pummelled Wright Dodds (dorks who wore "Speed Kills" on the back of their shorts) 16-1. As soon as the last out is recorded, their "captain," holding a clipboard, and an intramural official walked over and asked did this player and this player on our team live at [specific addres; the Villas]. The captain is pointing at his clipboard to show the official. We said "Yep. So?" "Sorry, you're disqualified. All members have to live in the dorms." We had no clue. What's worse, they were two of our middling players. And Dodds had somehow scouted our squad and done intel or whatever and waited until the very end. Dickheads.
Still makes for great things to bitch and text about though. What could have been . . .
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"It's 4th and 1 guys. Let's go for it."
"Screw that! I need to punt! I'll pin them inside the 5. Pick a corner."
"McMurt, we're on the 20 yard line."
"I don't give a . . . Hey, who's that chick over on the sidelines? You ever see her before? Think I should hike up my shorts a bit more?"
