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Free Talk Live => General => Topic started by: CaL DaVe on October 20, 2009, 08:31:30 PM
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I was quite a few times. I've been hit by the following.
bat
air born brick (stitches required)
knuckle sandwich
swing set (stitches required)
baseball
kung-fu foot
Post what you have been hit with, or not. But be prepared, you may be asked to tell the story.
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Yes. Quite a bit during sports games with basketballs, soccer balls, even a football a few times.
Also I was beaten as a child.
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Windshields, mostly.
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I hit a fucker with a golf club by accident once. Even though he was a shithead and I should have done it on purpose.
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Imagine someone with a professional swing, like Tiger, nailing a dude right in the melon. Probly take a big hunk out of it.
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I hit my head on pavement a couple times.
Once while playing the fainting game. Motherfuckers just let me drop when I blacked out.
The other time I was stacking milk crates and climbing them to try to get on the roof of a store.
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My head has made the impact way more often than receiving it :)
Rocks
Pavement
Half Pipe (that was the worst probably)
Windsheild
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I have been hit in the head multiple times by the ground, AKA falling. As a kid, we used to play tackle football on the cement courtyard around the house, and I also had a few concussions from that.
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In Soviet Russia, the head hits you!
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I got hit hard by a wall once. I was chasing my kid brother, and when he jumped out of the way just before I tackled him, I smashed into the wall really hard. All day long, my neck hurt, and by the afternoon I noticed from my shadow on the ground that my head was cocked at a right angle to my body. For years, my jaw clicked from that impact.
I once had a girlfriend who got hit in the head by a flying block of ice at a football game. It knocked her out, and afterwords she suffered periodic fainting spells. She'd be fine, and then just fold up and collapse to the ground. I had to carry smelling salts to revive her, which she hated. She would be really weak afterwords for a few minutes, and sometimes I had to carry her. Once, I had to carry her five blocks to the car after a movie. People thought she was drunk!
Another time, while parked on Molholland Drive admiring the lights of LA, she passed out a hundred feet from the car. I picked her up and started walking back. A squad car pulled up, and the cops jumped out. "Put the girl down and get down on the ground right now!" I guess it looked just a tad suspicious.
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Imagine someone with a professional swing, like Tiger, nailing a dude right in the melon. Probly take a big hunk out of it.
I believe that would be called a divet and it is golf etiquette to replace one's divets by putting it back and firmly pressing on it with ones foot.
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I was hit in the head with baseball bat by my brother on purpose. We used to fight allot. Come to think about it I was hit in the head by many different types of sports equipment. Tennis racket, golf club and even a horse shoe. We were also very active in sports.
My uncle used to get beat in the head by his father as child. Years later at age 35 or so he suddenly collapsed after bowling and was in a comma for 6 months. Turns out one of those strikes year prior had done some damage. He has never been the same. Complete personality change. Now he talks about wanting to die all the time. The comma along with a portion of his gray matter removed to reduce swelling left him in bad shape. I don't blame him for that type of talk.
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Imagine someone with a professional swing, like Tiger, nailing a dude right in the melon. Probly take a big hunk out of it.
I believe that would be called a divet and it is golf etiquette to replace one's divets by putting it back and firmly pressing on it with ones foot.
Haha.
I can't look at a ball washer without thinking impure thoughts.
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I hit a fucker with a golf club by accident once. Even though he was a shithead and I should have done it on purpose.
I saw a dude get hit in the temple with a field hockey stick swung at full force durring a high school PE class. Guy was out cold, and bled like a mother chicken. He came to about 30 seconds after.
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Windshields, mostly.
You have a job as a crash test dummy or something? Why so many?
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My brick story: I was about 6 and we were playing monsters in the backyard. My sisters were hiding from my 13 year old cousin and I in a playhouse my dad had built us. They shored up the door with loose bricks to keep us out. While breaking into the playhouse, my cousin grabbed the brick with two hands, spun in circles to gain momentum, and released....
I remember waking up in my dad's pickup truck on the way to the hospital with towels on my forehead.
I still have a scar on my forehead just above my right brow. Makes me look tough. :x
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Doesn't count, because I was 19 or 20 (in the Army), but this was memorable...
I was walking in the motor pool on on hot summer day in Texas. The light reflecting off of the concrete was nearly blinding. I went to walk inside the shop and bent down to duck under one of the bay doors, which was open to chest high. It was very dark inside (due to the contrast in the lighting from outside). I was beginning to stand up on the other side of the door when I heard "bam" and saw a bright, white, light. Next thing I know I'm sitting on my ass with my feet sticking straight out in front of me and a trickle of blood coming down my nose.
What had happened was that somebody had opened the bay door to exactly the same height as the trailer parked just inside. I, being a dumbass, walked in there at regular walking speed and stood straight up into it. The clips that stick onto the pins holding the rank onto my cap had been driven into my forehead good and hard. I felt like the top of my skull was going to come off and I had a gnarly headache for a day or so.
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Windshields, mostly.
You have a job as a crash test dummy or something? Why so many?
I led a reckless life. I cracked the windshields in the following: A '82 Plymouth shitbox, an '85 Datsun 280Z, a '90 Mazda RX7, an '01 Ford Explorer. The Mazda and Ford were pretty serious, but I walked away from all of 'em.
Usually when you wreck a car bad, you go to some impound wrecker place who hauled it away, a day or two later to get your shit out of the car. Both of those times, the greasemonkey at the wrecker place says "You were driving that??" pointing at a pile of unrecognizable junk. They see a lot of shit people don't walk away from, you know?
I've been very lucky, and this should not be misconstrued as bragging of any sort - like we're in the tough guy thread. No, definitely not. It was stupid and dangerous behavior. The Mazda wreck was absolutely ridiculous. I took a hilly corner around 100mph, kept on going in a straight line, sheared off a phone pole way the fuck up in the air. Smashed through the foundation of a barn, landed it in a cow field, was ejected bodily out of the vehicle like a rag doll. Stood up, dusted myself off, and went and sat on a rock wall, smoked a cigarette waiting for the cops to come. The Ford, I hit the butt-end of a guard rail at highway speed, where it curls like a fist to start the length of rail. Flipped it ass over tea-kettles like the rig in Dark Knight. Tore a hole in the roof you could put your hand through, the front was just a bunch of random metal. Sat on the piece of guard rail, waited for the cops to come. Smoked a cigarette obviously. Retrieved from my upsidedown truck.
I really don't know why so many. Maybe so I can tell my stories to others, like we are now. Maybe theres no reasons at all, random chaos theory. But every time something like that happens, and I come out the other side of the tunnel, I'm a little higher, and I try to utilize the bonus time I almost lost on this mortal coil. Be a good parent, and a good son. Its why I wasn't afraid to leave a good job for the unknown, even though I'd be leaving it a few months from now anyway. I'm not freakin' out, I should be fuckin' dead. I'm not gonna spend those years in a fuckin hole while the days float past, wake up one day sixty years old and angry, and my whole goddamn life is gone. Fuck that. What'd be the point of surviving those horrible things?
Why so many... LOL. Maybe because I'm just an asshole.
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I had a couple of head-centric bicycle accidents as a kid, but nothing terribly traumatic.
Later on in high school, when I tried to get back into sports after an extensive hiatus, well... Let's just say I was hit by more baseballs than I, in fact, actually hit.
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Fell off a horse when I was 3 or 4...
Lots of slamdancing injuries... Probably the best: at my friend's, 14 yo., someone tripped me in such a way that I came up parallel to the floor ~6' high and came down on the front brace/bar of a chair, a 2"x4" about a foot off the floor - no cushion over it. Got kicked in the head by three skinheads for about a minute around that same time...
A cop hit me in the head with a flashlight for a few minutes, but it didn't really hurt... I merely informed him that the person he was beating was a 14 yo. girl to get that one.
My dad, once, hard. Beer run at 4 am; I didn't blame him. That's the only time I saw stars.
Many others. Probably none very interesting.