Sports play fantasy

[ColoWayno]

If you could make 1 appearance in a pro sport and make 1 play, what would you like it to be?

Mine would be a kickoff return for about 104 yards... spinning, faking... but mostly just lighting the field on fire. Of course for the Super Bowl win.

[simonsky]

for a basketball fan, some would say dunking so high over somebody that your crotch hits his face (no homo) or hitting that game winning fadeaway j.

but what i would want is to shatter a backboard or collapse the ring structure with a dunk. i mean come on it has 70sbig written all over it. the guys that did it in the past if i remember correctly were darryl dawkins and shaquille o neal, 2 of the biggest, strongest, f'ers in basketball history with a vertical jump of 32 and 34 in respectively. i didnt know if they squatted, probably not but imagine if squatting and being big became a trend among NBA players. would make at least 1 ring structure busted per game.

[MikeHawk]

Beating Rip in a lift off.

"And Mark Rippetoe just squats one million pounds. Here comes Mike Hawk, looking large and meaty, planning on lifting one million pounds and one cherry. He's cumming out of the hole, stiff all over, but Mike Hawk is still inching higher. Completes it."

[simonsky]

Beating Rip in a lift off.

"And Mark Rippetoe just squats one million pounds. Here comes Mike Hawk, looking large and meaty, planning on lifting one million pounds and one cherry. He's cumming out of the hole, stiff all over, but Mike Hawk is still inching higher. Completes it."

but is red lighted due to excreting bodily fluids other than blood and sweat throughout the lift which is illegal according to IPFABCXYZAPFQQQF rulebook.

[IlPrincipeBrutto]

Many and many years ago, a bunch of mates and me played volleyball at local tournaments during our summer holidays. We took part for years in a major one, in a big village about twenty miles from ours, and for years we saw the local team winning. They were not much different from us, but one of the few guys who was actually a volleyball player was in their team, and he made all the difference. He could hit from anywhere, back court included, and the game plan for them was quite easy: receive somehow, lift the ball somewhere fairly high, watch Mr. Volley smash across the net.

But it all change done year, when we welcomed in our team our own, proper volleyball player, a girl who was playing at regional level. With her hitting, and some advice about positioning, we made it to the final, where we faced the usual suspect across the net.

We won the first set. We were leading through the second, when something started to misfire. Being one of the tallest in the team, I was playing wide, and I was supposed to provide the attacks, sharing the load with our wonder woman. All of a sudden I could not hit the ball any more, or with much force. My timing was off, and the more I tried in anger to smash the bloody white leather, the harder it kept crashing in the net.

We lost the second set, and from ther on it was downhill all the way, until a tame surrender.

So, if I could go back, I would like to go back to that summer evening. I would wave a magic wand, and transform myself in the shorter copy of Lollo Bernardi (a wonderful player from the then widely popular national team), and start smashing attack after attack until I left holes on the parquet.
And then, as a final, all-important flourish, I wish I could have the chance to serve the match point. I can see myself steadying my arm, then throwing the ball up and taking two steps for an astonishing jump-serve (still quite rare at the time).
I would feel the collective breath held for a second, the noise dying and the mouths opening as everyone's eyes would follow my hand, on her way to impact the ball. For that split second, I would be alone, floating in space, thinking about all lost finals of the previous years.

And then, an almighty twack, and unreturnable serve, and my arms held aloft with delight.

IPB

[ColoWayno]

Many and many years ago, a bunch of mates and me played volleyball at local tournaments during our summer holidays. We took part for years in a major one, in a big village about twenty miles from ours, and for years we saw the local team winning. They were not much different from us, but one of the few guys who was actually a volleyball player was in their team, and he made all the difference. He could hit from anywhere, back court included, and the game plan for them was quite easy: receive somehow, lift the ball somewhere fairly high, watch Mr. Volley smash across the net.

But it all change done year, when we welcomed in our team our own, proper volleyball player, a girl who was playing at regional level. With her hitting, and some advice about positioning, we made it to the final, where we faced the usual suspect across the net.

We won the first set. We were leading through the second, when something started to misfire. Being one of the tallest in the team, I was playing wide, and I was supposed to provide the attacks, sharing the load with our wonder woman. All of a sudden I could not hit the ball any more, or with much force. My timing was off, and the more I tried in anger to smash the bloody white leather, the harder it kept crashing in the net.

We lost the second set, and from ther on it was downhill all the way, until a tame surrender.

So, if I could go back, I would like to go back to that summer evening. I would wave a magic wand, and transform myself in the shorter copy of Lollo Bernardi (a wonderful player from the then widely popular national team), and start smashing attack after attack until I left holes on the parquet.
And then, as a final, all-important flourish, I wish I could have the chance to serve the match point. I can see myself steadying my arm, then throwing the ball up and taking two steps for an astonishing jump-serve (still quite rare at the time).
I would feel the collective breath held for a second, the noise dying and the mouths opening as everyone's eyes would follow my hand, on her way to impact the ball. For that split second, I would be alone, floating in space, thinking about all lost finals of the previous years.

And then, an almighty twack, and unreturnable serve, and my arms held aloft with delight.

IPB

Dammit... when do you kiss the girl?

[IlPrincipeBrutto]

Dammit... when do you kiss the girl?

Don't even think about going there...just don't.

IPB

[ColoWayno]

Inspired by IlPrincipe I'm going to change my sports play fantasy.
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[IlPrincipeBrutto]

Inspired by IlPrincipe I'm going to change my sports play fantasy.


That's waterpolo. I assume it is a deliberate choice.


IPB

[ColoWayno]

That's waterpolo. I assume it is a deliberate choice.


IPB

Beach Volleyball... I believe these are the astounding Americans that took gold in 2008, Kerri Walsh and Misty May.

[IlPrincipeBrutto]

Beach Volleyball... I believe these are the astounding Americans that took gold in 2008, Kerri Walsh and Misty May.

I don't know the ladies (sadly), but I think that is a waterpolo ball, and they seem to be wearing a swimsuit (beach volleyball outfits are different).
That would be a good philosophical question: if they are really beach volley champions, and that is really a waterpolo outfit, does this make your fantasy appropriate ? in otehr words, is the appropriateness of your fantasy determined by who they are (beach players), or by what they appear to be (waterpolo players) ?

Anyway, I prefer the indoor version of volleyball to the brattish beach offspring.

IPB

[Squatson]

Well, I could think of three things I'd like to do. One would involve some ice cubes and a nine iron. Two would involve a buffalo, live or stuffed, preferably stuffed for safety's sake. And Three, we bring back some of those ice cubes and switch it over to a pitching wedge.

[Dastardly]

I would basically like to be Shane Hamman, not for any particular sporting event.

Id just like to be a massive strong guy that can do successive backflips & dunk balls.

[milosz]

Diving into the hole to spear a grounder and throwing out the last out of a World Series.

Or KTFOing someone to unifying the middleweight belts.

[butkus]

Mine would be something akin to Maradona's "goal of the century" but it would be in the final of the World Cup breaking a 2-2 tie in the 90+ minute, giving my country of birth it's first World Cup ever. :D

[Smiler Grogan]

Walkoff grand slam to seal the Series.

[Jamie J. Skibicki]

I think winning the olympics would be cool.