I asked last week what was the worst “Walk of Shame” in sports you have ever heard of or taken yourself – a public and embarrassing moment that still resonates.
The responses were great. The winner had a great first-person story of an embarrassment you can find elsewhere on this page, but all of the following get honorable mentions and came from various readers. Responses have been edited for brevity and clarity.
Former Panthers offensive lineman Frank Garcia replied to me on Twitter: “Picking your QB up after a 350 lb fat--- D-lineman squashes him.”
Al from Charlotte wrote: “Our golf group – called the Sharon Tour after the old Sharon Golf Course – plays on a points system. So if you are in the fairway and cannot make a point you have to walk to the green with no club and tend the flag. ... We actually call it the ‘Walk of Shame.’”
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@thephilsanford tweeted: “Catcher retrieving a passed ball that resulted in a go-ahead or winning run. Mask off, nobody around, ignored by teammates.”
Kyle from Huntersville wrote: “The cart ride of shame back to the tee for PGA Tour pros who have failed to find their tee ball.”
Jay from Mint Hill wrote: “Two words. Garo Yepremian.”
@willdolinger tweeted: “The skate from the penalty box to the bench after your team gives up a power play goal.”
@Lucas_Tompkins tweeted: “Giving up the game winning basket or getting posterized, then having to retrieve the ball to throw it in after!”
The worst layup of all time
Mike Smith – formerly of Charlotte and now a reader of The Observer online in Oakland, Calif. – wins our “Most Embarrassing Moment in Sports” contest and the free signed Panthers book that goes with it. Mike’s embarrassing story happened in Charlotte 27 years ago. Take it away, Mike.
In 1988, I was a seventh-grader playing at Piedmont Open Middle School.
I rode the bench on a pretty good JV Basketball team, only getting in when we were up by 15 or more points. One such time I was playing defense at the top of the key and somehow swatted a pass away, with nothing but open floor in front of me.
I dribbled as fast as I could, hoping to score my first points of the season. I was going so fast when I laid the ball up that momentum took me into those padded mats that hang on the wall behind the basket.
I slumped down from the impact and looked up to see what happened, but saw no ball.
That’s because I had laid it up so hard it went completely over the backboard and ended up landing on my head! I bit my tongue, which began bleeding, and I had to come out, walking across the floor to the bench.
This was a home game, and I was a teenager. I never scored all season.