My buddy and I were doing the same thing with my little brother, who was 6 years old at the time, only with hockey, and luckily a tennis ball. taking one timers from 40 ft out with giving him enough time to move. I got ahold of one from a little closer in and he didn’t stand a chance, took it right in the forehead. My buddy and I looked at each other for a second and the only thing we could do was “Yeah! what a save! you’re gonna be an amazing goalie!”
/never gonna do that with my kid.

T-Bone: Bear Pounder

/coop’d

I won’t try it with my 3 week old daughter ever.

/guy has herps

bou, if the girl is fine, they can wear just about anything and it’s ok

That’s the problem. The majority are not fine. Same goes for this skinny jeans culture. If you are more than a Size 2, please don’t put ass in these jeans, though your calves may be skinny, the upper floor is magnified 20 times.

Gawd, I hate those funky-ass rain boots these girls wear today. Girls on campus wear them ALL the time, as if they don’t wear them, they’ll be ridiculed. If this was 10 yrs ago, none of these girls would be caught dead in them. Same goes for Uggs

now that we know just how little it takes to qualify as a concussion, damn. well, at least pot can turn the brown spots blue!

Let he who hasn’t accidentally hit their kid in the head with a ball cast the first stone.

I will say that when my boy was 6 yrs old we were wrestling on the living room floor and I was on my back with my knees bent towards my chest. He ran towards and I pushed him off, and in the direction of the coffee table. He had a knot grow out of his head, square-shaped (I’m telling you the truth) about 3/4-1″ in height. I about vomited right there. I felt horrible. His teachers prob thought we abused him.

I looked at it and said out loud, “What a goose-egg!” He cries back loudly, “Oh my God, what’s a goose-egg!”.

/still feels about that

If my kid isn’t the poster child for the affects of toddler concussions when he gets older I’ll have survived parenting. Man do they hit their heads a lot.

Tell me about it. The Younger has had more stitches and staples in his head that I have in my body

try not to see the guy fiddle with his weenie in second 26.

It makes it even funnier when you realize the hand he scratched his weiner with is the one he pats the little guy on the back with a half-second later.

My worst offense has been inadvertently kneeing the guy across the room, while trying to hasten to one spot and back to where he was, with him hot in pursuit and me unawares.

Yeah I’ve hipchecked a child in the head and sent them down hard before. If you’re coming across the tracks you best watch out for the train, bitch.