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The only time I can remember actually crying over sports was a doozy. The first time I tried out for a select/travelling team in soccer and didn't make it. Shook my world. In retrospect I didn't do all that bad, but they didn't know me from Adam. I was trying out for a downtown KC team [KCP&L], coming from 30 miles south in the 'burbs.
That was the fall and I was on a traveling team the next spring, but I spent a good 1/2 hour bawling and bitching to my parents.
Of course, I was 12 at the time.
EDIT: Read the rest of the thread, forgot about the Olympics. The sprints get me every time, going back to FloJo, most recently with Usain.
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