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Well, my embarrassing injuries have been relatively minor... I was spiked in a baseball game and had my heel ripped open exposing a couple of inches of my Achilles tendon. However, I didn't feel any pain, just a brush with his foot, so I figured I was ok and played out the inning, feeling a tugging at my heel, so I thought he'd scraped me somewhat. After the inning, in the dugout, one of my teammates pointed a my bloody sock, and we found I had a shoe full of blood. So much for that season. Another time, an opponent once faked me out of my shoes in a basketball game and while I was in the air to block his shot, he jumped into me and cracked 2 of my ribs. The embarrassing part was that it was my foul.
But the best story I have concerns a friend who was being raised solely by his mother. He was 13 when in a bicycle accident just outside his house, he caught and tore open his scrotum quite badly. He had to run into the house, in excruciating pain, and reveal to his mother the extent of the damage. That is adding embarrassment to injury.
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The secret to great marksmanship is deciding what the target was AFTER you've shot.
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