posted
06/14/11
This week, we’ve partnered with RangerUp.com to give away three unapologetically badass t-shirts. All other t-shirts take a couple steps back when these t-shirts walk by. These t-shirts are the 1980s action movies of t-shirts. We’re not promising that they’ll give you the strength of a Navy SEAL or the resilience of an MMA fighter, but there is definitely a chance that they will. Here’s how to win one:
In the comment section below, tell us your most badass physical achievement. Have you climbed a mountain? Run a triathalon? Cut down a fully-mature Redwood tree armed only with a flat-head screwdriver and a half-a-bottle of drugstore whiskey? We want to hear it. The three most badass stories (as decided by our panel of experts) will win, and the winners will get their choice of one of the t-shirts pictured below. Enter your response by June 22 at 12 pm EST.
COMMENTS
June 15, 2011 12:03 pm
Tara
I am sure there will be plenty of badass stories on here and I know some will probably be way better than mine. However, there is one moment where I felt pretty ‘effing badass and was dubbed ‘one of the guys.’ A few years back, I joined the Coast Guard Trap and Skeet Team after writing a story on a few of the team members themselves. I grew up shooting trap and skeet with my dad so it was definitely something I enjoyed and knew I was fairly good at. Plus representing the Coast Guard at competitions sounded pretty awesome to me. My first competition happened to be what was dubbed the ‘Ironman’ competition. The Ironman shoot is a two-day event that takes place at McChord AFB in Washington state. The competitors shoot 400 rounds over the course of two days only using a 12-gauge shotgun. Needless to say, even the most experienced shooter would tire after 400 rounds of a 12-gauge to the shoulder. I’m not going to sit here and say I was supergirl and that it didn’t hurt. By the end of the 2nd day, I was severely struggling to hold up the shotgun my dad had given me for my 21st birthday. My right shoulder was so swollen black and blue that you would have thought I had just finished an MMA fight. The pain and hardwork paid off. I finished 2nd best military overall, was the ONLY female and had earned the respect of all the other services there as well as all the guys. My best was 24 out of 25 on skeet and to top it off, I made my dad cry tears of joy. I couldn’t lift my arms after those two days but it didn’t matter, I kicked ass and accomplished something even some guys couldn’t finish. Best badass moment in my life.
June 15, 2011 12:29 pm
Cody Longfellow
I graduated army ranger school!!!!! im sure there are many that are gonna post that, but that shit f*cking sucked! Greatest accomplishment of my life though! Lost 30 lbs in 60 days, stress fractures in both legs, infections on the knees, but i would do it all again in a heartbeat!
June 15, 2011 1:28 pm
Bill E. Madison
I dropped out of school and was living of my fathers riches. I was lazy and just hang with my friends at the pool. We would light a bag of poop on someone doorstep and wait for them to stomp it out. Anyways, When my father had decided he was going to retire he had let me know that my arch enemy would be taking over. So I has to prove to him that I was smart and responsible enough to run the company. So we made I deal that I would go back to school, grades 1-12. I would complete and pass each grade in 2 weeks and if I could finish all grade I would be awarded the company. Well, things started out well but………
June 15, 2011 1:30 pm
Joe
I completed the Murph Challenge at our crossfit gym on memorial day after drinking the night before, might not be as bad ass as other physical achievements but if you know what the murph challenge is you know it’s not fun. It’s a mile run, 100 pull ups, 200 push ups, 300 squats and then ending it with another mile run. It’s pretty grueling and I was proud that I did it in 35-40 min range. Only been at that gym for about a month too.
June 15, 2011 2:12 pm
Tom Cleary
Worked in the Pentagon in the Army DCSPER (now G-1) section on 9/11. Knocked to the floor after flight #77 slammed into the Pentagon, got up and told my folks to get out of here. Once I made sure all my folks got out safely, I proceeded to go back deeper into the DCSPER area to find others – eerily quiet and couldn’t proceed much farther due to smoke and flames. Met up with Col Roy Wallace and LTC Gerry Barrett. Stayed in the DSCPER area to search for survivors; came upon LTC Brain Birdwell who stumbled in front of the three of us – burning. We carried LTC Birdwell out to the first medic we found and proceeded back into the DCSPER area to find more survivors. Due to the smoke and heat worked around to try to find entry points, with little success. I came upon the fuselage of flight #77 in one of attempts. Eventually moved to the center of the Pentagon to see if we could be of help to any rescue efforts. Stayed there for another two hours and them eventually out around 1600 that day.
June 15, 2011 4:33 pm
Big Dave
I once slept with a 320 lb woman and I let her get on top and i didn’t even puke. I deserve the shirt for that one
June 15, 2011 7:59 pm
Cory
One time, at a party, i was outside smoking a cigar on the front porch. It was raining at the time and i had just stepped out with no shoes on. As i began to finish i saw some strange lights coming around the corner. Upon further examination i found out it was a cop car. Being only 17 at the time, it was illegal for myself as well as the other 30 people in the house to drink. So i ran in the house told everybody the cops were coming. I did so in a calm way so that my escape would be first on hand. As the party went through the back door like a Chinese fire drill, my buddy and I ran down the hill towards the back, with no shoes may I add, and hid behind a tree stump at the farthest spot in the yard. When scoping out the surroundings we found out the people have followed us. after a couple minutes 3 teams of cops came down the yard and started grabbing people. When the last person was grabbed about ten feet away and the next group of cops coming we decided it was time to run. Getting up from our spot and heading into the opposite direction we heard demands from the cop to seize with their flash lights guiding our way. Taking the first left we found out that they had tried to corner us in. We turned around and hopped down a 6 foot wall. This allowed us to get away quicker because we took a leap of faith. We began to hop fence after fence like we were Olympic athletes in the hurdles. We did this beautifully until the last fence. It was a chicken coup type of fence and could not support our weight. It quickly broke but that did not stop us. With blood gushing out of my foot my buddy and I ran half a mile to the closest sheets. Most epic badass experience of my life.
June 16, 2011 5:41 pm
Clint
First off I’m not going to say my achievement is that “badass” but to me it is. I decided to do the Pats Run this year in Arizona. 2 months before I had no training at all to run and not in the best of shape. I’ve always been a huge fan of Tillman and after 9/11 and him giving up millions to serve in the Army and protect our freedom, he was a “hero” to me. After watching “The Tillman Story” I was disgusted and motivated at the same time. Up comes Pats Run, 4.2 miles, I can do that! It was not as easy as I thought to train for it, cramps, sore muscles, swollen knees. But after 8 weeks of nonstop training I was ready! My goal was to get right under 42 min. (10 min./mile) in honor of #42. I finished just under 42 minutes pushing myself all the way. I’ve never done anything like this before and so glad I did! I will be out there every year to do my part and support the Tillman Foundation and the one and only Pat Tillman.
June 16, 2011 5:59 pm
Insane_Merc
I was with the 101st when we went to the last Jungle Training Rotation in Ft. Sherman Panama. We were batteling Marines, My platoon was tasked out to secure the boat landing dock, at dawn the Marines came and embeded in the bushes to our 1 clock without notice. The boat was coming in with C company as soon as the door came down the biggest scrimmage fire fight broke out”for a second I tought I was watching Saving Private Ryan” C company started taking heavy casualties while the rest of my platoon was taking care of the wounded, I ran around the Jungle low crawled in front of the Marines blocked by trees into the water came out in front of the Marines embeded in the water bush and took them out. I was awarded the last ever Hero Coin from Ft Sherman and Certificate of Achievement I got the Coin and Certificate that explains what I did. Later that year they closed Ft Sherman and gave to Canal Back to Panama.
June 16, 2011 9:26 pm
Bruinkillaz
When I was 13 I broke my ankle at baseball practice,I was so bummed that I was going to miss the beginning of the season and miss the chance to play some of the guys from the neighborhood, I decided to cut off my cast and duct tape my ankle so I could play the game. I played OK but I got my ass kicked when my Dad showed up and saw me playing. Happy Fathers Day Pops! Miss Ya
June 17, 2011 4:38 am
Chris Campbell
I pulled a woman our of a burning gas station. And the. Saved her RX7 too.
June 19, 2011 7:40 pm
claudio manuel rodrigues
EM PORTUGUÊS (FROM BRAZIL):MORO EM UMA FAVELA DO RIO DE JANEIRO E ENFRENTO TANTO POLICIAIS QUANTO TRAFICANTES DIARIAMENTE. SOU UM SOBREVIVENTE DO CAOS URBANO, SUBO E DESÇO O BAIRRO ESCAPANDO DE TIROTEIOS E MUITAS BLITZ DA POLÍCIA.
CAMINHO 10 KM ATÉ MEU TRABALHO E ENTREGO DE BICICLETA EXEMPLARES DA REVISTA NEWSWEEK AOS RICOS EXECUTIVOS DA ZONA SUL CARIOCA.
QUERIA GANHAR UMA CAMISA DA PROMOÇÃO…
IN PORTUGUESE (FROM BRAZIL): I live in a favela in Rio de JANEIRO AND POLICE faces both DEALERS DAILY AS. AM A SURVIVOR OF URBAN CHAOS, I go up and down the ESCAPING DISTRICT SHOOTING AND MANY POLICE BLITZ.
10 KM ROAD TO LABOR AND DELIVERY OF MY BIKE FOR COPIES OF NEWSWEEK MAGAZINE EXECUTIVE OF THE RICH SOUTH RIO.
WANT TO WIN A SHIRT PROMOTION …
June 20, 2011 1:57 pm
JD
I was an Army Drill Instructor at Fort Benning, GA and participating in the Expert Infantryman Course. It was middle of July, temp was high 90′s, and humidity extremely high. One of the tasks is to complete a 12mile hike in under 3 hours (if I recall correctly), wearing full fatigues, a ruck sack weighing 45lbs., a Kevlar helmet, LBE (Load Bearing Equipment Suspenders) and carrying an M-16A4 rifle, plus your personal water supply. This is not very extreme or badass in and of itself compared to what many of our soldiers do oversees everyday, but the situation became a bit more dire than that. I’m not a tall fellow and can’t meet the time requirement by simply walking. You basically have to end up jogging about half of the 12 mile course. At the 9th mile, we were on a record pace. However, I had consumed all water and gel packs due to the heat and humidity. My body completely locked up with full muscle cramps down both of my legs; I fell to the ground. While once on a record pace, I was now at risk of missing the time cut as I had to stop and stretch every 50 ft. With two miles left, a few buddies that finished ahead drove past me in the medic truck and told me to get in because the officers weren’t around and they would drive me to the end where I could cross the finish on my own. Enraged, I told them to $%^& off, reached down deep and actually ran the last two miles to complete the course just under the allotted time. What’s even better, the officer on duty wouldn’t allow my counterparts to administer an IV for fluids because of the paperwork. I had to carry on the rest of the day as a drill instructor in front of 200 soldiers without showing pain or discomfort. May not be “BADASS” compared to some of our front line soldiers taking lead, but definitely one of my prouder moments. Also, a big THANKS to those serious BADASSES out there for putting themselves in harms way for all of us.