Injuring a friend is a great way to spoil a nice day

Miscellaneous and Personal Stuff I Must Share
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A bunch of us guys decided to play a serious game of football today. Just us guys. No kids this time. No GFs or wives (kids and chicks make for a very fun game, btw. Which is how we’ve doing it that past few weeks.)
Flag football. (No danger from tackles and no arguments about whether touched with 2 hands)

Painted sidelines and endzones. (Again, no arguments about where the line is.)

Measured off field at 70 yds instead of 100. (We’re not pros here, you know.)

6 downs total, start on own goal line each possesion (whether turned over on downs, scored on, turnover, whatever), no 1st downs, 5 count rush, 1 blitz per series, 1 rush play per series.

Beautiful day today. 60 degrees, a little bit stiff of a breeze, partly cloudy.
Getting the picture so far? A great day for a semi serious competition.

Of course, I found myself out of position on one defensive play, leaving my cover open. I see the QB lobbing (yes, slow assed lob) the ball his way, giving me enough time to correct. Even with the lob, it’s over thrown a bit, so my bud who I was covering and I both leap for it. He catches ball, I catch his head. Broke his glasses. Blacked his eye (swollen almost shut, reminded me of Rocky). His slow speed didn’t have a chance against my full speed over correcting and I also knocked him back for a loop. Landing just ever so the wrong way on his left leg, twisting his ankle. I also saw the back of his head connect rather harshly with the ground.

I can’t tell you how much that sucks. It ain’t high school, none of us were in pads this time. It was just my fairly large and still mostly solid flesh pounding into a bud who had no idea he was about to get assaulted.

If this was back when I was playing ball in high school, I would’ve been stoked about jacking up the opponant.

But, this wasn’t anything other than a pick up game among friends. Semi serious, sure, but not worth how either of us feel right now. I wanted him to go to the doctor right away, he said he might tomorrow. I can’t force him. But I did urge him. And I’ll pick up whatever any ins won’t.

I got him a six pack of his fave brew a little while ago. His eye looks gnarly.

Both of us feel like shit, just for different reasons.

Like Arthur Dent, my upper arm is bruised. Wow.

As this is an anguished complaint, I chose the Pit. Do with it what you will.

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I don’t understand why this is in the Pit. It was an accident, while playing football. Shit happens. I broke my best friend’s nose playing football (albeit tackle, which we normally play as we’re still young) and I had a friend bruise my ribs. In a few weeks, when your buddy feels better, you’ll both be laughing about this and it’ll probably be one of your favorite stories.

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Yes. How can we attack you when you feel so bad already mister? Don’t fuck with us like that.

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You didn’t do it on purpose, so your six-pack and an offer of a trip to the Doc was all that was nessesary. You did the right thing. No reason for feeling guilty.

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As my last statement said, I chose the Pit because it’s a BAD thing.

Not every Pitting is going to be about crack whores murdering children, why one hates Bush, or how stupid a fellow Doper is for using “meme.” Shit happens? Yes. The Pit is FOR shit happens, among other things.

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You’ve been one of my favourite posters for some time, NCB, but YEESH, don’t sell your masculinity so cheap. A guy got busted up a little in an organized ritual of manhood. Our caveman forebears would slap you around in contempt (and the cavewomen would do the same with their armpit hair) for getting worked up about this. For them, a day that didn’t end with one getting speared by Chief Ug’s rival tribe was a damn good day.

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Yeah, it’ll wear off. For both of us. But for now, right after it happened, it still feles suck worthy.

Eh, let this sink then, if all the other comments (besides this quoted one :slight_smile: ) are going to be second guessing my forum choice. :dubious:

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You’re right, Bryan!

I AM A WARRIOR!!!
Might as well have some fun with this, then. If it gets moved, that’s fine too.

Share your JACKED UP stories with us. Great or small. My bourbon brain needs a perspective jolt perhaps…

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Well, there was this army course I took with ex-airborne instructors. One time, we we practicing grappling and one of us students, it turned out, was surprisingly good, taking me down even though I significantly outweighed him. Later on, he mixed it up with one of the instructors, who got him in a scissor-lock. “Mother of God!” he managed to gasp, before tapping out.

Later on, the same instructor got another student in a similar hold. “Motherfucker!” this one yelled, and we all had a good laugh.

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Off to MPSIMS.

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Remember when the Pit actually had gripes in it? Like this started out as?

Eh, I asked for the change in an e-mail. Cause of the fucking forum choice whining.

So, new thread focus, guys. jacked up stories. cough 'em up

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One time I accidentally dropped a bowling ball on my friend’s foot.

That’s not very “jacked up”, I guess. Sigh.

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I think you understand now why firendly pick-up boxing matches during the holidays just aren’t that popular anymore.

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Once when I was first going out with my ex-girlfriend, we were fooling around in bed, and she ended up on her back, with me straddling her waist, and tickling her. She decided to get her own back, and tickled me in the sides. Little was she to know that this would trigger a reflex in me that causes me to double up, the result of which was me headbutting her full force in the face, and breaking her nose.

So, really, you hurt your buddy, and you’ve made amends, but I’ll bet the guilt you’re feeling is nothing like the above.

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My new brother-in-law inadvertently wounded me in a friendly game of tossing a baseball around, although, in my opinion, it was my fault.

He hadn’t been out to play catch in a while, and he was having fun getting his arm warmed up and was winging it increasingly harder. On what turned out to be his last toss, he really launched a good one at me, and I lost sight of it (that’s my story, and I’m sticking to it – certainly couldn’t have been me chickening out on trying to catch it), so I lept backwards to get out of the way of it.

Well, turned out I didn’t jump far enough out of the way, and I took it right off the top of my toe. It’s all sorts of pretty colors right now, and although my doctor thinks it’s just a bad bruise, she insisted on sending me for x-rays. I should get the results back today.

He felt awful about it, but hell – I had a mitt on and should have just caught the damn thing, or at least had the sense to jump a little farther. :slight_smile:

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During a rehearsal for A Midsummer Night’s Dream in high school, a friend and I were “play” wrestling on the stage during a break- grappling and such. We were pretty entangled, and whatever the hell we were doing at the moment caused us both to kinda kneel down rather quickly. The angle must’ve been wrong, because he got hurt pretty bad. His face was just white a minute after it happened. He was on crutches for a little over a month, IIRC from his busted ankle (I forget if it was actually broken). He was more-or-less OK by showtime, but a bit gimpy, and he got to be on top of the pile whenever the Mechanics were clumsying around.

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When I worked at a hospital, all of the employees had to learn CPR. Part of the class was also teaching the Heimlich Manuever. This really tiny OR nurse who I had a massive crush on (I was 19 at the time) was my partner for the simulated Heimlich. I was grinning like a loon when she had to do her part. But she didn’t simulate it, and I ended up on the floor, hardly breathing for a couple of minutes.

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Whipping down the slopes at Jay Peak in upper VT, my snowboarding buddy (I ski) cut towards his blind side, directly across my path. I had no time to react, and hit him, full out.

Blew him to the ground, his head bounced at least once.

He spent a 1/2 hour in the infirmary, I spent 1/2 hour in the pub feeling bad over a burbon.

I had to drive home (hence the only one burbon) as punishment. I think it took him a day or so to get his head “clear.”

Unlike Mr. Dent, I had no bruise on my arm.

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Me and my friends play (tackle) football all the time, and we sort of have a little bit of competion going on big hits. We sniff them out, and deliver as much as possible (ocassionally at the cost of actually making a tackle). So anyway, I was playing rover and shading one of the more dangerous receivers, we’ll call him Face. I see his corner lose him, and watch the eyes of the quarterback light up. I see the throw, and it’s perfect. I’m already running accross the field, and i see that the throw is high and slow, giving me time to set up and leaving him stretched to make the catch. I set my feet, and watch the ball. The second the ball gets to him, I pounce with every ounce of my strength. Not only did i make him cough up the ball, but I bruised one of his ribs and bloodied up his head. It was an amazing hit. He laughed and hi-fived me afterwards, so it was all in fun.