Have You Ever Shit Your Pants?

fair enough. I guess I'm more selfish than you are because I wouldn't have had much compunction about hogging the bathroom for however it took to resolve the issue.

(kid friendly)

There's just something about shit-your-pants stories that makes them the funniest things on earth.
― Dan I. (Dan I.), Monday, December 15, 2003 3:27 AM bookmarkflaglink

I think it's the shit in pants part.
― oops (Oops), Monday, December 15, 2003 3:43 AM bookmarkflaglink

I shared this exchange with my friend and she quotes it incessantly now. 19 years after it was made!

I am struck by how the tenor of this board has changed since the early aughts.

-- oops (Oops)

From The Athletic:

It was 2001, and the Seahawks played the http://i.imgur.com/QbYzHTH.jpg in D.C. Tobeck felt fine on the flight over and fine that afternoon, but in the evening, his stomach started sounding alarms.

“I guess violent would be the word for it,” he says.

It was so bad that the team quarantined him, moving out roommate Steve Hutchinson. Tobeck didn’t come out of his room, but by Sunday afternoon — and with the help from some medication designed to clog him up — he thought he could play.

“I’ll never forget Holmgren,” Tobeck says. “I walked by Holmgren before the game and he just looked at me, real serious, and said, ‘Tough it out.’”

Backed by those uplifting words from his coach, Tobeck took the field for the first series of the game. He was locked in hand-to-hand combat with Dan Wilkinson, a 340-pound defensive tackle nicknamed Big Daddy.

“I’ve got to deal with the stomach issues, plus I have to deal with Big Daddy,” Tobeck says.

Then, disaster. Shaun Alexander took a handoff and, without anywhere else to go, rammed into Tobeck.

Say Tobeck: “Knocked the wind out of me, knocked everything else out of me.”

Tobeck stayed in the game, but when he finally left the field, he asked the trainers and equipment staff for a new pair of pants. And a bucket.

“I would come off to the sideline and there was a bucket there, and the poor guys had to stand around me with a towel,” he says. “I was shitting in a bucket on the sideline during a game.”

Tobeck, it’s worth pointing out, played center, and at some point during the game, a trainer had the sense to walk over to quarterback Matt Hasselbeck and tell him he might want to stop licking his fingers.

THIS is the kind of sports journalism that I pay quality money for.

while i am not a sports person i am charmed by the image of quarterbacks licking their fingers during a game. i presume this is to make for a stickier grip? or just because quarterback fingers are delicious?? the quarterback mouth germs must be astonishing. entire new forms or life could be brewing in there. tiny mutant football players spilling out of their mouths. perhaps that is where rugby players come from.

Is this the most successful thread I've ever started here, or is it the "unavailable sodas you've known and loved" one? I hope it's the latter.

Well, you should look at quality, not quantity. That said, this is your most successful thread