I’ll let you have the US Open if I get the Masters. Deal?
So basically, you’re Johnny Benson in 2000, only you actually hold on for the win.
My only sports fantasies revolve around locker rooms.
I’m driving an F1 Ferrari.
The first woman receiver in the NFL. Even though a college star, it wasn’t for a well-known college, and I’m overlooked for the draft, but when I go on TV and be a good sport about it, I’m offered a chance, and make it bigtime.
Damn, I’m good.
When another coach says his team played like girls, and the press asks me about it, I feign confusion and say that’s odd, I didn’t think they did very well, myself.
Finally, on a big play, I’m running downfield for another amazing touchdown, and a crazy guy shoots me for being a woman and playing so well. I go down, and the audience gasps. Then I manage to get the ball out in front of me on the gound, for that extra yard.
It becomes classic sports footage. I am a legend.
MLB team calls me up from my job for a short term contract to pitch in the bigs. In my one and only start I get it working Kerry Wood style and pitch one for the ages while everyone in my home town watches.
The top-ranked elephant-polo player. I’m still waiting for ESPN to pick this sport up.
Pro-football (American) defensive tackle picked up out of nowhere. Incredible strength and knee buckling run stopping power with slippery cuts and spins to get the QB, setting all time single season sack record, winning Super-bowl, and retiring after only 1 year to go on to do TV commentary.
According to several autobiographies (including Clive Woodward’s), the winning drop-kick was planned well in advance. Win the preceding lineout, pass across the field, set up a ruck, drive forward for further rucks as necessary and finally pass back to Jonny.
Martin Johnson also drove forward after Dawson did, so Dawson could get back into position to pass.
I thought Elton Flatley showed real guts when he kept Australia in the match by repeatedly kicking equalising penalties. 
Same here, or a MotoGP rider on a works Ducati.
I’m in the stands, having bet on the ultimate Longshot She comes though. I retire massively rich, retire to NYC, have ESPN blocked on my TV, and very ever ever think of sports again.
Deal.
(Snicker. Of course MY dream is achievable, because all I need to do to win the Open is get my handicap down under 2 or so, and make it through several rounds of qualifying. I’ve GOT this shot! Let’s see John set a foot on Augusta without buying a pass!)
Hell, I’d take the John Deere or Greater Milwaukee - or even the local stop on the Hooters tour.
England centre Will Greenwood apparently got hold of Flats a little later, while the game was still going on, and told him “Fair play mate - you’ve got balls the size of a house”. 
Greeno also remarks that Wilko’s winning drop kick went like a shot duck… but it was high enough and straight enough, and that was what mattered.
Mal occasionally fantasised about being a (Brit-style) pro wrestler back in the Seventies, but wouldn’t have turned down an international cricket career either. Hell, even today I mull over an alternate life in which I’m coaching cricket at an American high school. (I always did like a challenge) 
I’d want to be Kristi Yamaguchi, but it’s got more to do with figure-skating dresses than actual figure skating.
I’d be a relief pitcher for the Mets (of course). A sinkerball specialist, and my theme song would be the Doctor Who theme (the Peter Davison hard rock version). I’d throw mostly soft stuff that always gets hit on the ground.
I can hold my own in game of touch football, and of course I have smokin’ body and really dope kicks.
I am a first baseman – a power hitter, but also with exceptional fielding skills. In fact, I play more like a second baseman.
But that’s not all. Because of my keen intelligence and insight, I also happen to be the Commissioner of Baseball, while being an All-Star first baseman. (You can be damn sure I wouldn’t have stopped an All-Star game after a 12-inning tie just because they ran out of pitchers!)
In fact, because of my on-field star power and my behind-the-scenes brilliance I am credited with single-handedly saving the sport of baseball.
I’m pressured for complicated and confusing reasons (dream logic) to represent my foggily-defined people (my academic institution or department or something else that doesn’t make any sense at all) to compete in a cyclocross race and everyone, including myself, is surprised when it turns out that I’m a highly gifted natural, a scholar athlete and I somehow trounce the field.
I’m the winner of the Rolex Kentucky Three-Day Event , the only four-star CCI in the US.
StG