First Blog Post Request: Embarrassing Childhood Event

I hope everyone is having a wonderful week so far!  It seems like there has been a dreary cloudy fog for three days last week here in Colorado, which is so weird.  Colorado IS the sunshine state.  All is well though, because I woke up and could see the mountain range again.  All is right with the world again.  These past two days have been gorgeous.  Blessed be the fruit.

In my first blog post, I asked if anyone had any requests or suggestions he or she would enjoy me writing about, and well, leave it to my little brother to make the suggestion: "An Eventful Yet Embarrassing Childhood moment".  Crazy how there have been so many.  But, Jon was kind enough to refresh my memories to the FedEx St. Jude Classic of my awkward middle school existence.

Growing up, I played softball, my brother played baseball, we went to Braves baseball games at Atlanta Fulton Statdium (back when tumbleweed blew through the stands and well before the Braves won the World Series).  And, there is a CLEAR baseball rule.  Whenever the batter hits a ball into the stands, over the netting...the fans get to catch the ball or run for it and keep it!  It's the rules of baseball.  So, my dad took me and my brother to our first golf classic.  I cannot remember the exact hole.  I cannot remember the golf pro, although my family think it's Davis Love III.  But, my brother and I were sitting around whatever hole this was, and the two golf Pros were hitting when one ball came flying right over the boundaries.  It was like in sudden slow motion, I saw that glorious ball coming almost right at me. Surveying the situation, I got so excited, would I be the fastest one to get the out of bounds ball? I ran towards the ball and picked it up proudly showing my bounty to my brother and to the onlookers!  Suddenly, everyone and I do mean everyone yelled, "DROP THE BALL!"

It was terrifying!  Why was everyone yelling at me for claiming my rightful "foul ball??!"  And, so out of mass confusion, I threw that ball and it bounced down the grassy knoll, also in slow motion, and rolled onto the green and so very close to the putting hole.  And, the rules official didn't call my snafu a stroke.  So sure the other player was super pissed.  So, my golden classic golf tournee ignorance actually helped the Pro.  I was never slipped any money or not even a wink and "thanks kid!"  But, the next day, the paper mentioned the "overzealous fan" at the FedEx St. Jude Classic. (I'm thinking my dad made this part of the story up)  But, to this day, I've not ever lived this one down.  I guess looking back, though, I was a hero that day.  Whatever you gotta tell yourself, right?  Re-write the script?  

So, one last thing I want to say about the years I revisited this golf classic.  It was always held in the hottest summer months.  Everyone usually walked the golf course with Level HIGH of swamp ass.  The corn dogs were off the chain delicious...Pronto Pups.  The trick was copious amounts of mustard painted all over the dog.  I remember one year, I got so overheated, (and the trick is getting those tent passes to those white tents that had all the beer and cold beverages), I sought out a tent with all these turbo fans blowing everywhere.  It was a cigar tent.  And, it was there I tried my first cigar ever is stifling Memphis heat.  And, it was there I blew chunks everywhere, because while you're heat stroking, you probably shouldn't puff puff pass a Cuban.

Anyways, that concludes blogging about an embarrassing childhood memory.  Not quite as juicy as my brother's Mid South Fair Tilt-a-World story, but a good one nonetheless.  What is your most embarrassing childhood event?