ROFF Rules Committee Question

On Mon, 3 Nov 2003 19:27:20 -0500, "Frank Reid"
moc.deepselbac@diersicnarf wrote:

Need a ruling. I may be the originator of the "Full Reid," but it has
progressed beyond me. I need to find out if my latest endeavor qualifies.

(snip)

I land on my tailbone and sprain my mid-back. I get a
fun ambulance ride.

Sorry. Not a full Reid. Considering that in water, it would have
been (though not elegantly executed) a full Reid, we can award you up
to 7 points of a total of 8; though I'd stop at 6, myself.
--

rbc:vixen,Minnow Goddess,Willow Watcher,and all that sort of thing.
Often taunted by trout.
Only a fool would refuse to believe in luck. Only a damn fool would rely on it.

http://www.visi.com/~cyli

Very few people are aware of the instant "out of body" feeling one gets
when one catches unintentional air.

Have you experienced this?

DWDawg

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

Tim Carter wrote:
"Tim J." wrote in message
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Now, I understand there was no fishing involved. Do Dry Land Reids

only

count if they are part of a fishing trip? There was, however, beer
involved, even though I had not partaken. Is this a mitigating factor?

Ouch! I HATE when that happens. Of course, it never happens to anyone but

you.



As far as the rules committee question, you forget the underlying criteria

for

all Reid maneuvers: WWFD? Therefore, since Frank did it, it must be a

Reid.

--


Frank, as winner of last year's First Place Duck Butt (innocuous name for
the Reid Trophy) winner, I have to say, I am wholly persuaded by Tim's
argument. Initially, I was thinking that since it really was something that
had not been entirely self-caused, that this incident might qualify for an
exemption of a Reid. However, I'm not sure that had this incident happened
to anyone else that the result would have been the same. But, my friend,
you were the primary actor in this scene, and as such, the scene unfolded in
a rather predictable manner. A full on Dry Land Reid was the result, and
probably could have been the only result. If exemptions were granted for
causes such as a combination of doors, beers, and soapy mats, then what
precedent would that set? Beer, wet grass and opening tent fly's, for
example, how should those be handled? I'm firmly casting my vote for
classification of a Reid.





I concur Tim. As the proud recipient of a "dry" duck butt, I
personally lean towards acknowledging Frank's application as a
Reid..... hell, it's named after him. Although I earned my "butt"
somewhat closer to a stream, in both cases, beer was involved.
That is a decidedly positive mitigating factor for me ;-)

get well Frank....

wally

haresear notes:
Dude, I thought I was the only one who did that.

Tim, meet Mr. Reid.....he is legendary!

The natives there call me
"dances with fish" now.

Penn's Creek, for you, in 2004!! The natives will call you something similar,
no doubt.
There is stiff competition for the awards at this particular diving meet, I
might warn you.
Tom

However I do commend you on another humor laden reminder of your
propensity
for finding some manner to cheat death. And I assume you have installed
"handicap" rails in your shower/tub? Otherwise you are going to kill
yourself one day.

I tried to install them on my wife, but she got a bit upset.

--
Frank Reid
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Looks to me like he's fishing for sympathy.........and we all know where
to
find that.......right?

Wolfgang

Naw, don't need it. I got the good drugs and a doctor's 'script for massage
therapy.
--
Frank Reid
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"Frank Reid" moc.deepselbac@diersicnarf wrote in message
...

snip a swandive in the suds

.....son, I'm just awestruck at your talent, and your fantastic luck at still
being able to walk on this planet, never mind limp, crawl or use a wheel
chair. I sort of envy you of all the different drugs you get to take
legally, while I, on the other hand, am stuck with just Vicodan. I may show
up at Penns 2004 just to see if you've improved on your aquatic swan dives,
etc. Get well soon you rascal.

Yer ole man,

Frank the Elder

However I do commend you on another humor laden reminder of your
propensity
for finding some manner to cheat death. And I assume you have installed
"handicap" rails in your shower/tub? Otherwise you are going to kill
yourself one day.

I tried to install them on my wife, but she got a bit upset.

Can I scratch this last reply or blame it on the drugs? She sees it and
no amount of therapy will help (we're talking the "Final Reid" here).
Frank

Very few people are aware of the instant "out of body" feeling one gets
when one catches unintentional air.

Have you experienced this?

Uh, like when everything slows down as you find yourself falling off a
cliff and you notice that if you kick against the cliff that you just
might miss the rocks at the bottom and land in the water while at the
same time noticing the small trees growing out of the cliff and thinking
that they have been naturally bonsai'd and wondering if you could
collect one and take it home but you really don't have the time and you
look down and check that all the pockets of your vest are zipped before
you hit the water in a modified belly flop. That feeling? No, never
had it. ;-)
Frank