[loochy]

Originally Posted by tooge

I was 23 years old. I was at a bar having dinner and a beer or two getting ready to go to the Royals game. It was 1991. A friend of mine had gone to the bathroom and gotten into an argument with another guy at the bar. I hate going out to my jeep getting ready to go to the game to the Royals game. As I backed out of my parking spot somebody slammed into the rear of my jeep. I followed him up the frontage road flashing my lights to try to get him to pull over so we could exchange insurance cards. He eventually pulled over I got out of my car and grabbed a pen and paper. As I approached his car from the rear he pulled forward did a 180 and parked on the other side of the street. I grabbed a pen and paper and walked across the street towards his car. About halfway across the street he began chasing me in his car. He chased me for probably 45 seconds. When you are running for your life, you run out of energy fairly quickly. As I ran from his car, my toe caught the edge of the curb. I looked up and saw headlights about four or 5 feet away from me, I put my arm out and his bumper hit my hand, throwing me about 30 feet into the air. When I landed I was still conscious, albeit shut up. I looked up and saw his head lights right in front of my face. I covered up and he ran me over. His left front tire went over my left shoulder, rolling me over and then his left rear tire went over my lower back. A large chunk of my forearm ended up on his bumper. My friend who was sitting in the jeep watching all of this got his license plate number. While I was at the hospital the police apprehended him and arrested him. I spent two weeks in the hospital and almost died. I've had four shoulder surgeries cents, and that bastard only got 90 days in a mental facility

This explains your propensity for violence at little league games