Flew a stang a couple weeks ago for the first time in a long time. Was engaged with someone (can't remember who) and slightly started to (at a loss for a better explanation) panic. I wound up wing stalling the beast, and as I flopped and flipped back and forth I tried to regain control.
I eventually died, and saluted the person who shot me down. I pathetically tried to apologize for the flop and went about my business of NOT flying stangs the rest of that night.
Needless to say, I was embarressed about performing that manuever.