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Gonna add my comments on the game itself in other threads, but let me tell you why I won't forget this game and why, just sitting here typing right now hurts like mad...
After the game ended and we were done hugging and high-5ing everyone in sight, my wife and I walk out of the stadium when she remembers she left her coat at our seats... Well, we walk back in and over to our section, and are promptly told that we can't get back down to our seats (Section 102, Row 11) without an escort... some STUPID rule about when the game ends you can't get back to your seats...
Anyway, as our section in clearing out, I can this couple standing right next to my wife's jacket, so I lean over the railing and start screaming to them to pick up the coat. The railing bar came up to my mid-thigh, and what I didn't realize was that I was standing in a puddle of spilled beer. So......... as I'm leaning and screaming, my feet suddenly slip out from under me and guess where 82 goes? Yup... feet fly over my head as I fall forward and flip over the railing... I flew about 7 down to a couple of rows of empty seats. I'm told I first landed on my head and then bounced down to the next row. However, my head doen's really hurt at all... It's the 2 cracked ribs that are killing me!!!! Not sure if anyone else saw a guy wearing his #40 Pat Tillman jersey attempting to look like Superman,
but the look on the faces of the EMT dudes and the others who saw me was at first scary, and then priceless... They all couldn't believe I got up and walked away from the scene.
Anyway, spent all night in the ER (very cute nurses who were very friendly!)... Never dealt with cracked ribs before... It doesn't appear like it's gonna be a lot of fun for the next few weeks...
edit: It was 7 feet - NOT 77 feet!!! LMAO... vicodin... gotta luv it!
After the game ended and we were done hugging and high-5ing everyone in sight, my wife and I walk out of the stadium when she remembers she left her coat at our seats... Well, we walk back in and over to our section, and are promptly told that we can't get back down to our seats (Section 102, Row 11) without an escort... some STUPID rule about when the game ends you can't get back to your seats...
Anyway, as our section in clearing out, I can this couple standing right next to my wife's jacket, so I lean over the railing and start screaming to them to pick up the coat. The railing bar came up to my mid-thigh, and what I didn't realize was that I was standing in a puddle of spilled beer. So......... as I'm leaning and screaming, my feet suddenly slip out from under me and guess where 82 goes? Yup... feet fly over my head as I fall forward and flip over the railing... I flew about 7 down to a couple of rows of empty seats. I'm told I first landed on my head and then bounced down to the next row. However, my head doen's really hurt at all... It's the 2 cracked ribs that are killing me!!!! Not sure if anyone else saw a guy wearing his #40 Pat Tillman jersey attempting to look like Superman,
but the look on the faces of the EMT dudes and the others who saw me was at first scary, and then priceless... They all couldn't believe I got up and walked away from the scene.
Anyway, spent all night in the ER (very cute nurses who were very friendly!)... Never dealt with cracked ribs before... It doesn't appear like it's gonna be a lot of fun for the next few weeks...
edit: It was 7 feet - NOT 77 feet!!! LMAO... vicodin... gotta luv it!
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