Frank Reid wrote:

My feet shoot out from under me, the beer flies into the air, along
with
the soda next to it. I land on my tailbone and sprain my mid-back. I
get a fun ambulance ride to the local emergency room over cobblestone
streets and then get pumped full of narcotics and muscle relaxers.

Dude, I thought I was the only one who did that. Last fishing trip to
Canada (more to follow when I get pics) I got the award for most frequent
and most entertaining dives into the water. The natives there call me
"dances with fish" now.

Good story, sorry bout the pain.

Tim H
who wonders where he can get some of those meds