Robert seems to have won this round. We get a glimpse of his broken arm in this photo. When everyone came back to school that fall, John and I both had our arms in a cast. Later that afternoon...Robert had a run in with a pool cue in the sub. So three of the 9 of us had broken arms.
My broken arm story had actually started during finals the previous semester. We were all playing frizbee in front of Eddy Hall. I don't remember there being a keg involved...but who are we kidding. As I remember it, I was jumping up to catch the frizbee when Brett tackled me around the legs. I put my hand down to "break" my fall, and the radius was the looser. I had to convince Bryan that it was broken, and then calm Marla down enough to go call my dad. I think we ended up driving by my house and having Dad meet us out there.
The details are fuzzy, but I did spend the summer in a "cast" and then had the joint replaced right before school started in the fall. My first broken bone, and GREAT story to tell.
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