the world: sport

I love hockey, and when I was a kid my dad told me that the guy that drove the Zamboni machine in between periods (to clean the ice for those not familiar with hockey, it's a huge machine that gets the skate ruts out), anyway, my Dad told me that the guys name was Sam Bologna! Now, I passed on the tradition...I told my kids that his son took over, Sam Bologna, Jr.!!

I used to believe…

My brother would play softball with my sister and me in the yard when we were little (he pitched). When either of us hit the ball, he'd pick it up, run over, and "tag" 2nd base and tell us we had to "stay on first--that was in the rules." I don't remember ever winning a game against him.

I loved playing basketball as a kid, and went to lots of camps. They would tell us that probably none of us would ever play in the NBA. In my mind, I always thought I was the one exception in the group. Nope... never made it.

I used to be a great Cricket Fan. When i was a child, i always believed that when a batsman gets out, he infact dies and becomes the past. So whenever my country's batsman would get out, i used to start weeping bitterly. [lolzzz]

I grew up in Boston, and one time when I went to a Red Sox game with my parents, I asked them if we could go sit out in the bleachers. They said no because people "smoke pot" there. So, I though if we went to the bleachers, everyone would be sitting there holding smoking pots.

i used to belive that there was to gremlins in the pool table at my local pub.
i used to go under there and try and get them out because my dad would always blame it on the "BLASTED GEREMLINS" when he missed the ball!

I used to believe…

When we were kids we used to do football quizzes about the english football league. Every now and again the question 'Who is the only non english team to win the FA Cup? The answer is Cardiff but a mate of mine always always would say Walsall, he thought it was Warsaw in Poland not Walsall near Birmingham.

I used to believe…

When I was in 6th grade, I believed that in baseball, if you hit a home run, you'd get 7 points instead of 1, because running all the bases counted more than just running from 3rd to home. I envisioned as similar to a touchdown, which I also believed at the time was 7, not 6 points.

I used to believe when I had 10 years that when I play soccer at the night. I would think all the players ignored the rules of the game and the referees allowed everything

I used to believe…

You'll probably only get this if you're from the UK, but I used to think the Wombles lived at Wembley Stadium.

I used to believe…

When I was little I used to believe that boxers fight only fists into fists.

I used to think that "Australian Rules Football" didn't actually have any rules.

Actually, I'm still not entirely sure on this one...

;)

I used to believe…

when i was little i used to watch cricket on tv with my dad.
He used to yell 1,2... watching the ball cross the inner circle...
i always believed that if ball crosses inner circle they score 1 run .......
Later if found the truth that runs are taken by batsman and not by the ball.
that was hilarious when i think of it now....

i used to believe the quarterback was second in command (what an idiot i was)

I was about 8 years old in Little League baseball, with some reasonable skill at the game but a few gaps in my understanding of how it was played. I'll never forget the humiliation I experienced one day during a game where I'd gotten on base. Our team was below average and often I'd get on base but the next batters would get out before I could make it home. So there's the day--I'm on 3rd base, the batter hits a line drive and I tear off for home. I beat the 2nd baseman's throw and scored. I was thrilled. "I got a home run!" The other kids that jumped up to congratulate me on making it home, then sneered and laughed at me for what I said. "No, you didn't make a home run," I was condescendingly informed. "But I ran to home and made it! Why isn't that a home run?" One kid took pity on me and explained how I'd have to run all the way around the bases after hitting the ball, in one shot. THAT is a home run. I didn't want to believe him, because I felt so great about reaching home base. When my father finally told me the same thing, I sadly realized the truth of it. We won that day. But I wouldn't be happy until the next season when I finally hit a "real" home run. ;-)

I used to think a good way to solve the worlds problems was to have a massive soccer game that would settle the issue once and for all.