08-03-2018, 11:35 PM
(This post was last modified: 08-03-2018, 11:35 PM by Leafs4ever.)
I'll never forget the night that almost ended my football career. It was a clear and crisp summer night in July. My friends and I had just left an open bar wedding, so needless to say we were quite trashed. Walking home, we cut through an open field. From there we saw a huge tree that we knew needed to be climbed. In my dress clothes and dress shoes, I started the ascent. One of my friends was watching from the ground, and lucky that he was, because about half way up, my foot slipped off the branch and I was airborne, falling straight to the ground. As I was waiting for the inevitable fall and broken back that results from said fall, my friend on the ground ran underneath me to catch me. Bless his heart, he got there in time, but it was less of a catch and more him breaking my fall. The poor bastard got flattened and took my whole weight on him. Thank God he or I weren't seriously hurt. A couple of scrapes and ripped shirts, but that was the extent. I thank him every day for saving me from something so much worse. Nowadays, we call an Uber, or just avoid walking through any open fields with tempting trees to climb.
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