Here's a much more embarrassing story for ya. Playing back center in a 10-man game we lost left front and insert so I tell back corner to lay paint on two specific bunkers and take off up field following rotation of two--now dead guys. The fact I am running tells you how much trouble we were in. (I am not made for front play, I assure you.) And it gets worse. The insert prop for the snake at the 50 was a diagonally laid out french fry. I run and dive in sliding forward and sideways at the same time. All good--paint whizzing all around and over me--till I hit a hard, dry patch of dirt, stuck like glue and flipped over onto my 13-pack. For a second or two I must have looked like a turtle on its back until I could roll over again. Everyone watching laughed themselves silly. Still, I got in alive, wrapped the top corner, shot two guys cross field and went for the 50. Got that too and bunkered their guy out.
Moral of the story is you can't be afraid to look like a fool playing this game and sometimes you'll get lucky and look like a hero.