

Almost to the last week before my father died, he would bring up and laugh about me having a broken leg when I was young. He always brought it up at the dinner table...especially when there were tons of people. It was one of those things that I knew would happen and sometimes I would try to guess when dad was about to bring it up.
This wasn't a cruel thing for me...just a little embarrassing. Why? Because a girl broke my leg! Yes...she made a great tackle as I was plowing through the massive crowd trying to make some yardage! She grabbed me and I twisted and I guess my leg stayed where she wanted it to stay...it snapped my femur bone and then my leg flopped around uncontrollable for awhile. A long stay in traction and then a long stay in a body cast. To this day...44 years later...my bone aches when the weather changes.
3 comments:
nice pictures and and great story - thanks for sharing!!!
Too cool! I liked reading the little newsletter piece as well.
that is awesome mark. You now have the memory of the broken leg world-wide and on the internet. Your Dad would be proud...sorry he isn't here to enjoy the moment. A memory for a lifetime...wish I had more of them. Of course you knew I would comment on this one. Those picture are priceles.
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