Just a couple of weeks ago, I am the linesman and the play passed me a little and goes OB. I come in a few yards behind to get the spot and one late- comer brushed me and sent me wobbling; I looked like a shaking seven pin on a bowling alley. A second late-comer was right behind and took me out. Nice to have help on the sideline though. I had six hands reaching to pull me up, the trouble was they looked like they belonged to the same guy. None of the coaches or players checked on me though, kinda ticked me off. I would have settled for, 'you want a priest?'
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