I posted this story a couple of years ago here and don't know why I did so, but having already made it public knowledge, I guess I could re-tell it now.
Every spring when I was in college there was an All Greek Games weekend which include competitions in most anything related to sport. It was heavily attended by most of the students on campus, and being spring time, most of the women wore somewhat scant outfits so it was THE place to be.
On Friday night before the Saturday games, there was a big drunkfest at a tavern near campus which included a jalapeno eating contest. I entered that contest and after consuming copious amounts of beer, started eating the peppers. It quickly became obvious that the only contest was between me and another guy, the others having dropped out quite early. As he and I kept pushing peppers into our mouths, chewing a bit and swallowing it became clear to me that I had to go for the knock out punch, as this guy was matching me bite for bite. Hence, I grabbed a bottle of tabasco sitting there and proceeded to chug it as he threw up his hands and said forget it. I reveled in the glorious cheers of the onlookers, picked up the $25 first prize, and, being quite drunk, did not feel too badly about it.
Next morning at 10 a.m. my volleyball team was starting a game, and I was there in my white basketball shorts and no shirt, set to play. My stomach however was making sounds kinda like a rock crusher set on fine grind and to be candid I did not feel very well at all. However, I managed to play fairly well up to a point.
That point was when I was on the front line and a teammate set an incredibly high pass to me which was going to come down just on my side of the net. I timed my leap perfectly, leaped as high as I could, raised my left arm, outstretched a bit behind my head, and slammed an overhead kill shot, accompanied by a grunting sound, which won the point.
Unfortunately, between the physical exertion of executing the kill shot and the accompanying grunt sound, my GI tract threw in the towel and I crapped my pants in front of all those previously mentioned scantily clad coeds. I am talking major brown stain and running down the back of my legs.
But hey, the point was good and we won the game.