Worked at a farm-to-fork restaurant in the north DFW area - bunch of fart sniffing types. We had a 'grow room' that served as the side entrance, in it each employee had their own plant & there were carts full of fresh grapefruit, lemon, limes, so that we could juice/garnish fresh.
Setting this up, as the side entrance, was there was a parking spot directly outside of the door, with your standard sidewalk L-shape up to the building.
One night a co-worker gets off, and my manager & I decide we are going to throw limes at him while he walks to his car as a bit.
So we're throwing lemons and limes at this guy, he's getting farther away so we're really having to put some zip on it. Back to my baseball outfield days, I tell my manager "open the door and hold it", and decide to do a two-hop throw (for those not familiar with baseball, a cricket pitch step-up), and LAUNCH this fucking lime at my co-worker.
At the exact moment my last foot came down, my body outstretched, my foot decides to come down at the exact V-portion of the sidewalks meeting, my foot at a downward angle & I toe-fuck the parking spot. But that wasn't the injury. The injury was all the weight and velocity I put behind that throw paired with the unfortunate foot landing served as a catapult forward as I landed chest first in a parking spot bumper (idk what to call them).
Cracked sternum, a bump on my shin that's still there 5 years later, from trying to throw a lime 40 yards.
Worked at a farm-to-fork restaurant in the north DFW area - bunch of fart sniffing types. We had a 'grow room' that served as the side entrance, in it each employee had their own plant & there were carts full of fresh grapefruit, lemon, limes, so that we could juice/garnish fresh.
Setting this up, as the side entrance, was there was a parking spot directly outside of the door, with your standard sidewalk L-shape up to the building.
One night a co-worker gets off, and my manager & I decide we are going to throw limes at him while he walks to his car as a bit.
So we're throwing lemons and limes at this guy, he's getting farther away so we're really having to put some zip on it. Back to my baseball outfield days, I tell my manager "open the door and hold it", and decide to do a two-hop throw (for those not familiar with baseball, a cricket pitch step-up), and LAUNCH this fucking lime at my co-worker.
At the exact moment my last foot came down, my body outstretched, my foot decides to come down at the exact V-portion of the sidewalks meeting, my foot at a downward angle & I toe-fuck the parking spot. But that wasn't the injury. The injury was all the weight and velocity I put behind that throw paired with the unfortunate foot landing served as a catapult forward as I landed chest first in a parking spot bumper (idk what to call them).
Cracked sternum, a bump on my shin that's still there 5 years later, from trying to throw a lime 40 yards.
Is that what my brothers call a crow-hop throw? (All my sports knowledge comes from being the sister of athletes.)
yes god I couldn't think of that name
You have no idea how funny it is to me whenever I randomly come up with some kind of sports fact 😂