@curiousjim, understood...I've always seemed to be an unwilling 'contestant' in the game of "DUCK!", with few 'wins'...unless you count 'impacts' as such....
Lets' see....a car accident when 5, tossed me into the dash (when they were unpadded metal)....brother talked me into riding on the handlebars later on, and stopped suddenly on the concrete driveway....climbing a cinderblock fence, jumped off, and the top decorative block followed me down....flag football in Jr. High, scrimmage had me and a heavier lad did a literal 'head-on'...(I knocked him out cold while I stood listening to the songs of the of the solar system....coach wanted me to try out for the team...."F'NO! That was quite enough, no thanx...")...Had an oak stool broken over my pate during a break-in @ a neighbors (ER intern, doing a 'baseball stitch' on my gash, commented that he'd had a lot of practice, doing such after 'bar brawls'...."Did you lose consciousness?" *sigh* Unfortunately...no...)...
And those are just the 'major ones'.... *sigh*
If it's low enough...I'm prone to hit it...
I feel lucky in the sense that I still have a certain amount of my wits about me... although many ( as well as 'here') would argue against that.... ;)
Ah, the Circumcision Game....reminds me of when a Jewish lady friend told me a joke amongst their sect...
"Never eat gribenes with a mohel....."
I recognized the latter term.....Phyllis defined the previous...
I've never had the 'pleasure'...and will continue to 'take a pass' on that.... ;)
