On Saturday we shot pistol caliber and smallbore .22.....I stunk....really stunk....oh well...that's another story.
We were treated like gold at the match...door prizes...(I won a $25 gift certificate for Midway)......hats, shirts, bullets, on and on......Al runs a top notch match.
"The Gunny" a retired Marine DI , his brother George, and myself spent our evenings at their hunting cabin. Upon waking on Sunday AM .....getting ready for the big bore match......6:00....out the door.......and you bettter not be late with a career Marine DI holding his swagger stick .
Cold it was ...40 degrees from a warm sleeping bag.....I threw my junk in the back of the Jeep....and being in a hurry......well....this is where the "stupidity" comes in.......I was cold and wanted to pre-warm the Jeep........I opened the door of my lifted and large tired Jeep Wrangler Rubicon........with my left foot on the ground and my right foot on the clutch...to start it.....I reached to the ignition to fire it up....feeling fullly confidant the Jeep was in neutral with the e brake on........released the pressure on the clutch.....and DANG!....it was in gear......first gear...creeper gear at 1500 rpms due to the cold....and pow! the Jeep took off, knocked me down, ran over my leg and went another 20 yards and hit a big old oak tree......ZERO damage to the Jeep........yes. an aftermarket WARN bumper.
I hollered "GUNNY!" and Gunny came over and lifted me up like a feather....he and his brother George called the ambulance as my leg was swelled up like a balloon.........spent the day in the hospital and I insisted the Gunny and George finish out their match as I was not going anywhere for awhile.
They went to the match....I got x rayed and all of the other happy bs that comes with going to the hospital.
I don't know how, but 12 hours later I drove the 200 miles home, screaming about every 3 miles.
Wait....it's not over......after being x rayed they put me in this room waiting for the results.......I could see people walking up and down the corridor...........and here comes this gurney with this big dude on it being wheeled past me......I thought I was having delusions as I swore the guy on the gurney was my wife's brother, my BIL......mmmmm.....I put it off.....yesterday a phone call comes in while I'm at home...and in bed....that my BIL was in the same hospital with a heart attack.....he's "ok" but in somewhat bad shape due to a lung infection.........neither one of us live within 175 miles of this hospital and here we are,,,,there at the same time. He was at his "cabin"....more like a DuPont estate in Wellsboro.---6
Don't you be looking at my 63 year old azz!!!!
I'm still nice and toned. No prayers!....Prayers are for good people who did not deserve their predicament......I was plain stupid.....OK....you guys are free to bust my balls!---6
No broken bones...the doc says to me...upon looking at my last name..."are you Italian?" I says, "yep". He says, "Italians have strong bones."
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