this schadenfreude goes out to someone very special
October 2, 2009
Sometimes you gotta throw the people a bone. This bone’s for you, Shelle.
Last night I went to the Jazz preseason basketball game downtown. Met up with 3 of my brothers, one of whom has some season tickets in the lower bowl. Nice, right?
We’re just sitting there, minding our own business, watching the action on the court during a timeout, noticing the scoreboard where they are encouraging us to cheer for the employees of some credit union (I didn’t cheer).
And I’m suddenly struck on the head by a frisbee. Thrown from the upper bowl. One second I’m just talking to Rob, and the next I’m almost passing out, dizzy from the impact of a meteor.
The frisbee bounces off of my head, glances off Rob’s shoulder, and ricochets into the row behind us.
The guy behind Rob, with his front row seat to the whole incident, picks up the frisbee, shows his friend, and sticks it inside his jacket.
Not that I want a crappy credit union frisbee. But it would be SOME compensation, right? I could at least hurl it back.
My favorite part is when Rob tells Dave that he was hit with a frisbee. No mention of my head. I know this because later, when I tell Dave that my head still hurts, he says “Oh, did the frisbee hit you too?”