Childhood confessions
I once cheap-shotted David Reichling. We were playing a tackle football game in his front yard and he was running for a touchdown. There was no way of catching him other than sliding feet-first and tripping him from behind at the ankles. He went down and came up with an arm resembling a pretzel -- multiple fractures. He ran into his house screeching in horror and the next time I saw him he wore a cast from his fingers to his shoulder.
That's one on me, David. That's my bad. Hope it's all good now.
Whew. I feel better.
That's one on me, David. That's my bad. Hope it's all good now.
Whew. I feel better.
posted by Wonderdog | 12:16 AM | Permalink
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Mine was on Bruce Leaman. We were playing a game of Leap Frog up at the Vacant Lot on our street that served as our own private little playing field....and as he came up behind me to jump I dropped to the ground and he went face first into the ground...a hysterical trick I though till he stood up and I saw the blood gushing from his mouth and his tooth laying intact on the ground..He did the screeching thing also as he ranto his home, leaving that still vivid trail of blood as I ran behind him, holding the tooth, praying that it could be put back in and no one would ever be the wiser, but alas...no. ..I could never look at him again without seeing that big fake tooth in the front of his mouth and feeling as if I was a reason he never had a date to the prom......To this day I always stop to read any type of new miracle Dentistry news..in hopes that Bruce has somehow taken advantage of the modern technology and forgiven me for that foolish prank.....funny what haunts you throughout your life..
Awww, Temp, I've never heard that one. That's even worse than the David Reichling story!
But I'm sure Bruce's teeth look great now.
Temp, maybe we should go on a road trip, visit David and Bruce, and confront our old ghosts.
Hmmm...Do I see the potential for a movie here?
A voice whispers from somewhere...
"Ease his pain..."
Donald Zachritz. . Moline Acres, Missouri, pre 1963. We were throwing crab apples at one another. I had a better aim than Don and whacked him in the glasses and broke them. No major injury, unlike the prior two transgressors have confessed, but I was punished. . PUNISHED. . and for what? A good aim? I should have been invited to spring training as a walk on for that!
I like the idea of the road trip Dog... but I have dreams that Bruce would greet me with joy and graciousness into his home... look to be a forgiving and compasionate man...then I would ask to use the rest room...( wadding...no folding)...and accidently open the door to a room filled with newspaper clippings of me, and pictures of teeth, with the words " PECK WILL PAY FOR MY LIFE"..DEATH TO THE DEVIL PECK" ..written all over them in Red blood......so.. ..um..perhaps we could just send them a nice card instead?
Lisa, excellent.
SD, crab apples? Sounds like something from the "Little Rascals". Did you grow up as Spanky or what?
Temp, "if you wad it, he will come..."
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