At least I'd like to hope that's the case!

I mean - jeez - I learned I wasn't invinvible when I was 21. I went out skiing like every other morning that spring (it was Oregon, there was fresh snow at Hoodoo. No classes that day - so SKI TIME!!!!)

So I strap on my skis, and - on the advice of a magazine article for fresh powder, I tighten up my bindings so they don't come off as easily. This is the early 90's FTR.

Anyway, about the third run, I catch and edge and it manages to turn my entire leg at an angle that is way past any angle our legs have evolved to handle. I am mid air. I fall. OW.

At this same time, I realize that I am on the top of a cornice. After, which point, it is at 90 degree or less angle. I fall. OW.

I hit the ground a few times. I keep hitting it. Rock, after rock seems to slow me down. That is at least what I am telling myself as I impact each piece of granite.

OW.

I finally stop in a position no human being should ever see themselves in - my leg is pointed the WRONG DIRECTION THAT IT SHOULD BE!!!

OW.

After a scream and an "AWWWWW FUCK!!" the Ski Patrol rush me to the Emergency Room. I am sent home, with Percocet and Ice.

So - that is the day I became a man. Woo hoo!