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one time on a golf course my brother hit drive on a par 3 like Happy Gilmore and got a hole in one. I was laughing because he made contact but then the damn thing hit the stick on the fly and dropped right into the cup.
another one: When I was in Pennsylbama in 7th grade and playing football, one of the first warmup things to do was a couple laps around the practice field. Well there this MASSIVE fat kid (he was probably 6'8 and 400 lbs in 8th grade) who was so friggin slow (not to mention weak) that he barely played and he couldn't run anyway even though he did try. If we ran 3 laps, most of the team would have lapped him at least once. Anyway, one side of the field was up against a hill, while the other side had a steep drop off down into a small creek bed. for whatever reason, this kid would run right up against the edge while the smaller and faster players would whiz by him. Well he took a mis-step and all of a sudden
he was rolling down this hill and into the creek bed. When he got to the bottom, he just looked up at us - I don't think he believed it had happened either. That was a fun practice that day.