I was invited to a SuperBowl party some years back, and it was held at (and in) a nearby church. It came time to play a game where all the guests were given the chance to kick a football as far as they could. Since the friend who invited me (and his family) was friends with the minister, I got the first try.
All the other guests were lining up to watch me kick, and me, feeling a bit bold, decided I would try to run up and kick the ball. We were inside the church (not the church proper, moreso one of the youth gym areas), and I started running at the ball. There was this slick part of the floor about a foot from where I was going to stop running, but instead of stopping, I slid a bit and tried to stop myself from falling.
The foot I was trying to kick with was the same foot that was holding me up, yet it was still trying to kick the ball. I ended up jumping over the ball, landing impressivley about a foot infront of it, and my left foot still tried to kick. I tripped on the ball, jumped again, and again landed impressivley. Then I became aware of my surroundings. They were all laughing, and one person even yelled "quit dancing and kick it!"
The minister let me have another go (after they repositioned the ball) and I ended up getting second place on the kicking contest. I won some small prize that I can't remember now, and only lost to my friend's dad, who used the prize money to get us all ice cream later. Good times. :D