And now for the second entry in greatest sports blogging series of all time. This sports poop story comes to us from Brian Powell at Awful Announcing, who drops this steaming deuce of a tale on us.

“Back in the wild and crazy late 90s, I was a D-1 NCAA athlete at a small institution just north of Baltimore (Towson State). The Sport was the glamorous Cross Country, and the race in question was the first in my college running career. Now in High School, XC races are 5Ks, but in college that total is doubled to a 10K which is just over six miles. Thinking my body wasn't ready for the transition, I decided to overload on carbs the night before with about seven plates of spaghetti at the University Dining Hall, and I was feeling it the next day.....especially at the five-mile mark of the race.

“Luckily there wasn't anyone around, and I was deep in MD/PA woods at the time, but I felt a rumbling in the stomach that could not be ignored. You're taught to never stop running in Cross Country (I once saw a dude get hit by a deer and didn't even turn around), so I tried to run through the discomfort. After about 45 seconds of waddling, I just decided to let go and a beautiful Italian, carb filled log fell out of my tiny running shorts and onto the path. Feeling much lighter, I went on to finish that last mile in a full sprint and to this day it was one of my best 10K times ever.

“Sure, Britain's Paula Radcliffe can stop and pee during a marathon and still win. But did she leave a beautiful log right in the middle of the street for her competitors to deal with? I submit that she did not!”

Ah, but did it leave a healthy skid mark on the way out? Had to, right? No pair of Umbros gets away unscathed from a runner’s loaf.

We all have our unfortunate poop stories. As you may or may not know, I once pooped my pants while out on the golf course. There was also the one time I woke up in my NYC apartment after a long night of drinking only to discover a Big Daddy Drew shitpattie stuck to the inside of my shorts. Surely, there are more stories like this from the world of sports. And Mike Florio of Pro Football Talk was nice enough to email me the other day with just one such instance.

For the record, I once had a clogged toilet (and no plunger) in my apartment during finals. So I shit in a grocery bag, stapled it shut, and tossed it in the dumpster. I can't wait to tell that one to my grandkids… I can still remember the sound of the staples (three of them) wedging into the old-style brown paper grocery bag.

I also lined the bottom of the bag with newspaper to reduce the possibility of seepage.

Two things here. One: I can’t believe he lined the bag and then stapled it shut. He’s like the Anal Retentive Chef of mad poopers. Two: Notice how crystal clear Florio’s memories are of the incident. That’s the thing about crapping your pants. It's just like winning a World Series. One misplaced shit can create a fucking lifetime of memories.

I'm sure our commenters have plenty of stories of their own. Are you a player/coach/broadcaster/writer/blogger who has shat somewhere you didn't intend to? Or are you a fan who has an intriguing sports pooping story of your own? Send your poop stories to me here. We'll have another entry in this sure-to-be-fabled series later today.