Kerble's mom said I was her first.

I won first place in a speedshooting contest once. 50 rolls of film in an hour. First prize was having someone else develop all the film.

I slapped the shit out of the rest of Los Angeles on this one math contest when I was in 7th grade... the 2nd, 3rd, and 4th place people all turned out to be folks I hung out with in high school, which I guess makes me pure dork.

There's another, but it involves SATs. Dork dork dork.

About 6 years ago, I went to Mexico on vacation. I went to a "fiesta". During dinner, there were various contests. They needed more contestants for whatever the next contest would be. Since I was the most outgoing at my table (of all strangers and my girlfriend), they loudly nominated me and the MC told my to get my gringo butt on stage. Petrified, but somewhat buzzed, he explained to the crowd of about 250 that the 6 men on stage would do a 'tequila slammer' and perform a 'traditional Mexican yell'. I had never done either of these, and had stopped drinking tequila altogether several years before.

As he had us introduce ourselves one at a time into the microphone, I soon realized I was gonna be a laughing stock. The 4 dudes before me were natives of Guerrero (the state that we were in) or from Mexico City, and were quipping in Spanish to the MC. The MC got to me, asked me in heavily accented English where I was from, and I sheepishly responded, "Chicago?". The crowd roared with laughter as he cracked some joke in Spanish (which I don't speak at all). The last guy was from Oaxaca.


The first four go, each getting better than the last with piercing, "Ahhhhhh--ha ha haaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa's!!!!!!". The guy before me was obviously the best so far as the crowd cheered him.


They get to me, "Chee-kah-goh man", and I realize that I have to slam this tequila drink before I go into the yell. I plead with him to let me not do the shot, but he demonstrates for me how its done and nods his head with enthusiasm. "Fuck it", I think, as I grab the tall, slender shot glass of warm, sweet tequila, slam it on the stage, down it and quickly stand up. A wave of heat rushes over me, I grab the mike, and let out the loudest, highest pitched scream that anyone had heard that day. The crowd breaks into cheer and half of them are standing, roaring. Dude next to me grabs me, grinning "are jou chure jour no of Guerrero?" as the crowd chants, "Chee-kah-goh, Chee-kah-goh, Chee-kah-goh". It was fucking awesome. Unable to contain my smile, I overlooked my small Mexican kingdom, dazed as fuck.


The last guy goes and sucks, and they make me do it again. This time, I'm pumped, slam my new found favorite shot of all time (ask the Winnemac Park Electrons), and let out an even longer lasting bellow.


They handed me a hand made serrape (sp?) as my prize, and cheer me as I bow and get off the stage. I still use it to keep warm (the serrape and the tequila).


I was number one.

I was the only kid who got 100% on his accident report in Drivers Ed.

Otherwise I would've failed the course.

-Jeremy

When I was 13, my hockey team got 3rd place trophies. We we were the kids from Dallas. We played against Houston, Austin, and OKC. OKC never could beat us.

electrons wrote:About 6 years ago, I went to Mexico on vacation. I went to a "fiesta". During dinner, there were various contests. They needed more contestants for whatever the next contest would be. Since I was the most outgoing at my table (of all strangers and my girlfriend), they loudly nominated me and the MC told my to get my gringo butt on stage. Petrified, but somewhat buzzed, he explained to the crowd of about 250 that the 6 men on stage would do a 'tequila slammer' and perform a 'traditional Mexican yell'. I had never done either of these, and had stopped drinking tequila altogether several years before.

As he had us introduce ourselves one at a time into the microphone, I soon realized I was gonna be a laughing stock. The 4 dudes before me were natives of Guerrero (the state that we were in) or from Mexico City, and were quipping in Spanish to the MC. The MC got to me, asked me in heavily accented English where I was from, and I sheepishly responded, "Chicago?". The crowd roared with laughter as he cracked some joke in Spanish (which I don't speak at all). The last guy was from Oaxaca.


The first four go, each getting better than the last with piercing, "Ahhhhhh--ha ha haaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa's!!!!!!". The guy before me was obviously the best so far as the crowd cheered him.


They get to me, "Chee-kah-goh man", and I realize that I have to slam this tequila drink before I go into the yell. I plead with him to let me not do the shot, but he demonstrates for me how its done and nods his head with enthusiasm. "Fuck it", I think, as I grab the tall, slender shot glass of warm, sweet tequila, slam it on the stage, down it and quickly stand up. A wave of heat rushes over me, I grab the mike, and let out the loudest, highest pitched scream that anyone had heard that day. The crowd breaks into cheer and half of them are standing, roaring. Dude next to me grabs me, grinning "are jou chure jour no of Guerrero?" as the crowd chants, "Chee-kah-goh, Chee-kah-goh, Chee-kah-goh". It was fucking awesome. Unable to contain my smile, I overlooked my small Mexican kingdom, dazed as fuck.


The last guy goes and sucks, and they make me do it again. This time, I'm pumped, slam my new found favorite shot of all time (ask the Winnemac Park Electrons), and let out an even longer lasting bellow.


They handed me a hand made serrape (sp?) as my prize, and cheer me as I bow and get off the stage. I still use it to keep warm (the serrape and the tequila).


I was number one.

awe inspiring story. my heart swells with pride just reading it

scott wrote:
I was #1! They recruited me to be on the school's Math Team. They had been doing well as a team, and were about to go to state. All that was left were some regional finals.

I went to these regional finals, and I was the guy. I competed for my school, and I kicked some butt. The rest of the team did well, as well. We were going to state! By we, of course, I mean them, plus me who they had recently recruited when they found out about my skills.

I was #1!

There were some practices for the state competition, which were held late in the evening, at the school, and included free soda and pizza. Boy did they know how to get me there! I was there! We were great! And as far as being the calculator guy, I was number one!

I saw that episode of 'Saved By The Bell'!

I am the first-born child of my family.

My team came in first in a pup quiz recently - that's about it.

(Actually it was a pub quiz - but pup quiz sounds cooler)

I won the 1st and 3rd of the big EA poker tournaments.

I was intermittently 1st chair trumpet in high school.

I won my school's spelling bee in 8th grade and placed 4th at city.

I won a go-kart when I was 12yrs old, with my friend. We stuffed the entry box. We sold it for $250.

through and through elementary school i won numerous greco roman wrestling tournaments, i fractured my arm in the 5th grade and retired from that way of life.

in 6th grade i won a small arms close range shooting competition out of about 85 other redneck kids. i still have the target in my scrap book with my brackets from wrestling.

in junior high school i was first chair snare drummer

i am also the first male in 3 generations to not have served in any form of military service.

my luck ran out when i discovered the drumming and skateboards.