…this week’s theme is movies that shouldn’t make you cry, but do. OK, here goes:

Cool Runnings. Every time I see them carry the wrecked bobsled over the finish line I get a bit teary.

Guys, come on! A kid’s movie? That’s all you got? Check out my Fanpost for a REAL embarrassing admission.

cry when I watch the end of “Remember The Titans.” Actually, I also cry when the coach gives the speech at Gettysburg. The bad thing is I watch that movie at least five or six times a year.

I bought, a couple of weeks ago, Air Supply’s Greatest Hits. On purpose. Not sure if I shared that one yet.

I also got caught playing with my cousin’s barbie dolls and her McDonald’s barbie playset when I was 8. On film.

forced into playing My Little Pony by older sister.

I used to let my little sister “do my hair” like she was a haircutter person. Bows, ribbions, mowhawks, all were done. Id play video games while she did her thing (its my lil sis bvack off) Until the one day when she decided she was going to die my hair and used white out to die it. I had a skin top for a few weeks——i was 13

feeling of silk. Not so much as a garment but i like to rub it between my fingers……

Before I began college, I was in a death metal band that toured the eastern U.S. Many many bad things happened (largely involving my two weaknesses: partying and women). But, hands down the most embarrassing is as follows:

In Gary, Indiana one night after a gig, there were two girls who wanted to party with me and the other guitarist. There was a supremely hot chick and a not-so-hot one (corpulent body with a face set on fire and put out with a wet rake). The not-so-hot one also had a bald head with a dragon tattoo on her skull. Well, the night progressed, and I got drunker and drunker and I was caring less and less about all of the above. I don’t remember very much of what happened except that I woke up with my face nestled in her thighs in a little puddle of vomit. And I was naked and covered with some orange film that must have been (please god, let it have been!!) from puking up 9 or 10 vodka sours.

on the “creepiness” meter, some of these posts are scoring about a 15. Really, this is getting weird.

Doesn’t anyone here have a psych degree???

Okay, here is mine. In highschool I was in the dance/flag group with the band. I was “featured” one week, as a senior girl was each week. I had car trouble and was late getting to the game—-didn’t get there until time to take the field, and I was dressing in the car. The ONE thing I forgot to put on were the bloomers over the panties, so when I twirled around my 15 family members in the stands all got nice pictures of those. It was made worse that no one told me until deep into the third quarter!

but I bought an LSU fan’s lunch today, it was only Pizza Hut buffet, he is a really nice guy, who works hard for my family’s business, I made him take off his LSU hat before eating…shit nevermind. Just hope he has to buy mine Monday!!

I guess I can admit that about 2/3 of the way through “My Girl” I got so emotional I had to leave and take a walk around the neighborhood. Still can’t watch it to this day, I can’t even think about it without crying.

and had to wear an Auburn t shirt (her choice, my expense, just for an added kick to the nuts) to the Iron Bowl Party that we go to. All the women were very confused as to why I was yelling for Bama while wearing an AU t shirt. Seriously, that’s probably the most embarrassed I’ve ever been, as y’all can imagine, and I’ve even worn a dress for charity before. Doesn’t even hold a candle to donning those hideous colors. We even have photographic documentation that is on my wife’s (aka. "The Devil) desk at work.

Worth a 4th down stop anyway…

this is bad but here goes. Father of the Bride when he looks at his daughter while they’re playing basketball in the back yard and it shows her going through her stages of life. It got me then and it gets me now. And you wanna know the kicker? I’m not even a father…

Once (as a senior in high school, no less) I watched The Shining alone at night and was too scared to finish it. Hope that admission’s worth a deep pass to Julio. Now let’s R3|)RUM tha’ MuthaF’rs!

if someone accidently stumbled across this site I am pretty sure they would be scared for life. I am talking shaking and sucking there thumb scared. Never be able to talk again.

Im my dumb ignorant youth, myself and 2 of my buddies stole all the christmas lights from an outdoor chapel to hang in my buddies barn. Hope that’s worth a full game without an Arenas fumble/bobble on a punt return, possibly even a td return

…feel good about myself.

of Father Knows Best when the oldest daughter (i think her name is Betty??) graduated from high school……..that should at least get us a couple of field goals LOL

I always cry in Simon Birch

I only cry at inspirational sports movies. And even then I conveniently get something in my eye cause I can’t stand to admit that I’m capable of tears. And I’m a GIRL. I will, however, cop to getting just a wee bit teary at the CBS football intro music. Not to be confused for any emotional attachment to CBS, because Lundquist and Danielson are tools.

My admission? My best friend is a Viles fan. I can’t think of anything worse.

I’ll pass on admitting who all I’ve woken up next to after nights of drinking, (Save those for the SEC game) but I will admit the movies I can remember crying to: “Titanic”-I know, the movie blows, but what can you do? “City of Angels”-Even the hardest of hard-asses has shed a tear at this one, though. Nick Cage gives up a life of eternity to be with Meg Ryan…..AND THEN SHE DIES??? WTF????!!? I came close on “The Bucket List” Pretty sure I could agree with the NJBammer on “My Girl” Roll Tide!!

Before I started at Alabama, I had a few older friends in school there. Some of my hometown friends and I would often go to Tuscaloosa on the weekends to visit. The guys in Tuscaloosa had a townhouse that hosted some epic bashes that year.

One Saturday night, I had quite a bit to drink and had to use the bathroom, but the one downstairs was occupied, so I went upstairs to one of the bathrooms off the bedroom. There were people all in the bedroom, the hall, etc., but the bathroom was empty so in I went.

My intention was to do the old “#1” but while doing so, I felt a little gassy, so I did what you normally do to relieve that feeling. When I did, I noticed it felt a little warmer than usual. And it kept feeling that way. I had a feeling what happened, but I wouldn’t allow myself to believe it until I looked. I pulled my pants and boxers down to my thighs and inspected.

Oh no.

This was bad. I was an hour away from home, with no change of clothes nearby and I had just, for the first time since I was four, $hit my pants. I tried to clear my head and begin the task of cleaning up.

I though about it for a little bit and decided to lock the door. I couldn’t have anyone coming in and seeing this. I knew being in the bathroom alone with the door locked could arouse suspiscion. Somebody might think I was doing drugs. Oh well. Better a suspected cokehead than a confirmed pants $hitter.

After about five minutes, I was as cleaned as I would get. I spent the rest of the night keeping a distance from people, even ignoring one girl who seemed interested in me. Oh well.

Now, that’s bad enough, but the shameful part came the next morning when everyone was lying around just waking up from the festivities. One of my friends who lived at the townhouse came downstairs and announced, “Ya’ll aren’t going to believe this, but somebody $hit in the floor upstairs.” We all went up to check it out and sure enough, apparently a small amount got away from me in the clean up process. What can I say, I was drunk and only concerned with getting it off my person.

Of course, everyone suspected it was one of the random guests and not anybody still there in the morning. And I lied, of course. “Oh man, who could have done that? What kind of a sorry s.o.b. would $hit in somebody’s floor like that,” I said. I was careful not to say too much, just give it the appropriate amount of attention like everyone else. Nobody suspected a thing and I never mentioned it until now.

I was going to save this for Auburn, but OTS’s post got me fired up. We’ve got to beat LSU.

I cry every time.

I was going to say I liked the Muppets, but
I can’t beat this…….Mana Ma Na!!

Angels In The Outfield, Todd??? even as a kid I thought that movie was lame…
I’m trying to think of an admission but I can’t right now…hopefully I will before kick-off…but I haven’t had one in a couple weeks (real life HORRIBLY inturupted) had we’ve still won, so…

as a little boy was Wonder Woman. I dressed as Wonder Woman one Halloween, never knowing why my older brothers were laughing at me.

I enjoyed the movie Titanic so much that I went back and saw it alone a few days after.