Journal Entry #2- Embarrassing Moment

I have 2 funny stories. Lucky you.
#1. During my freshman year in volleyball, my coach let me play varsity for one game because someone was injured or something. It was a really good team and they were beating us real bad. She put me in back row, which is digging spikes and all that HARD stuff. The big hitter on the other team was going up for the spike or something and I was too close to the net. She swung and the ball slammed me right in the face. When this happens to someone, we call it a focker. It sounds really bad, but thats just what it is called. I think this is the worst thing that can happen to someone on the volleyball court. It's like, the ultimate shame or something. But, our team had bets for every game; whoever fockers someone, they get a dollar from everyone on the team. Anyway, as soon as this happens, I look up and see the whole team on the other side of the net high fiving that girl and some of my teammates are laughing as well. I can't blame them. It's hillarious to see. Some of the crowd is laughing as well, and my coach calls a timeout. Which prolongs the laughing. The coach's pep talk was this: "We can still do this! We got this! Get mad girls! Get mad! You just got hit in the face! Aren't you mad?" ? I'm pretty embarrassed actually. I guess she didn't hear the whole gym laughing... :/
#2. For P.E. one year in high school, we were riding bikes. It was fun and we got to race and just play on bikes the whole time. I had to stay and pick up the cones after it was time to leave. The whole class was on the other side of the football field and I had the cones in one hand. I was focusing on the cones and looking across the field at my piers. I totally forgot about the speed bumps... Imagine this in slow-motion: I look down, see the speed bump, reach for the break with my on hand, front wheel bounces up and over, handlebars turn completely around because I can't balance, cones fly in every direction, I am on hands and toes skidding across asphalt, right knee stuck under the bike. I felt just as rediculous as I looked in your mind. I get up as fast as I can and imediately look around. I don't see anyone, so I grab the cones and start walking the bike back as fast as I can. I'm half way there when a large suburban pulls up with all kinds of hot Senior jocks. They ask if I'm alright with a slight scent of sarcasm. I reassure them that I'm fine and ride off with my cones. In the locker room, everyone noticed that my knee was bleeding and I told them that I was attacked by a savage clan of stray dogs and thats all I got from it. Not really. I told them I fell...