A little known fact....
The first testicular guard "Cup" was used in Hockey in 1874 and the first helmet was used in 1974.
It took 100 years for men to realize that the brain is also important.
LOLOLOL!
Thank you, Jo! :laugh: :laugh: :laugh:
Didn't we already know that men are like that? ;D
Hey some of us may (or may not?) resemble that remark! >:( :o :P :angel:
How do I say this since I am not in the men's locker room? Let me try this. The men will get my point.
I have been hit in the head and knocked silly by a baseball, my head hitting the side of a rock I was climbing, and as my Mom has told me, by a baseball bat from my big brother (I don't remember that one). The cup is waaaaaay more important than a stupid helmet. Remember though, I was hit in the head, so it may have affected my thinking. ;D
David
LOL
Oh, ya I almost forgot. :D I can't remember all the times I was hit in the head ???, but I remember all the times I was hit in the "privates". :'(
David
Al totally agrees.
I've been knocked cold twice, both times while interacting with a cattle chute. I only wish I'd somehow been knocked out after many interactions between the hooves of cattle and my "privates". ;D
Quote from: flintauqua on June 04, 2009, 06:45:18 PM
I've been knocked cold twice, both times while interacting with a cattle chute. I only wish I'd somehow been knocked out after many interactions between the hooves of cattle and my "privates". ;D
Flintaqua, am I correct in my assumption that you are not a cattle rancher? If you are have you considered another line of work?
Just sayin' it seems cattle are not your friend. ;D
David
Though my father, Mahlon (Stub) Durbin has had as many as 250 cow/calf pairs in the past, I don't think he really considered himself a "rancher". Cowman or farmer/rancher would describe him better. I of course helped on this operation as a child, young-adult, and not so young adult.
Two accidents with the chute occurred when I was 5 or 6, second one when I was a young teen. Near maimings from hooves, ongoing until about four years ago. ;D
By Howard standards I was a city boy. I used to spend a lot of time at my Uncle Marion and Charlene Winn Jacot's house as a kid. We used to get beef from him. I would consider him a beef rancher though I know he did other jobs. I have told the story here before of how as kids we used to go into the pens of a clinic near his house and "bull fight" the bulls. I will not bore you all with the story. What can a city boy tell a real cow hand like yourself? Did you get kicked in the head? Even a city boy like me knows to keep away from that end of the cow. (Read with a very humorous, sarcastic mind.) ;D
David
Most instances where a "cup" would have been helpful occurred while shoving calves or yearlings into a chute. Train wrecks with cows usually occurred while using Dad's "portable pen" which is rope the cow, dally around the ball hitch on the pickup bumper and start cinchin'er down. Then when she still has 10 ft of rope and not budging, Dad would invariably decide to do whatever needed done, while I held the rope. Your imagination can fill in the rest.
Even after all those and other mishaps on the farm, I've never had a broken bone or dislocated anything. How, I don't know other than the Lord was watching over me very closely. :) 8)