I hated that people cheered when I went down, or maybe it was when they
lifted me up.
I got a pain pill for someone, (thanks Helen), and the fog from that was
much more than what rolled in. I was on crutches for almost a month.
Then about six months later, I finished a bitch and as Bob Grady pointed
to me finishing her, I felt the other hamstring rip. I told them to just
take the picture, I wasn't going to move.
Tedi helped me drag myself to the car, and we drove home. I did go back
in the ring months later. Again, showing a certain lack of intelligence.
Good memories.
Evan
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In a message dated 8/1/2017 5:14:39 P.M. Pacific Daylight Time,
kathrynspringer@xxxxxxxxxxx writes:
I remember the fog at Del Mar and Evan being carried out of the ring on a
stretcher!
