Hmm. Maybe it would have been a good idea to do a dry run with only the harness. If it smashes into the granite, that would be a strong clue that one's math skills are not up to par for extreme sports.
Used to do the beard + terror-stache but now alternate clean/stubble as mood & schedule dictate.
Recently found an ancient photo I.D. with my old Al Quaeda look and was laughing because I don't think I'd have a prayer of getting past airport security anymore looking like that. They'd probably shoot on sight.
Hell, *I'd* probably shoot me on sight if I saw that coming at me.
Thanks; that was the point I was (poorly) attempting to get across.
I don't really hate on Whitner like some do, just of the opinion that his "kill shot" mentality didn't really translate very well into very many game-changing plays.
Yep, forgot about that one.
The only player I can recall #20 ever knocking out was his own bad self, getting trucked by that unstoppable force of nature, ex-Bills 5th rounder Sammy Morris.
(I also expect him to get lit up like a Christmas tree in 2 weeks by Joe Cool.)
Amazingly, yes. Helmet probably saved his life, and boots saved his feet (well, mostly; did break one or both legs as I recall). But was probably top 10 all-time worst cases of road-rash ever.