One day, I went out for a pass, and no one hollered as I approached the backstop. I caught the ball with my right hand and immediately went WHAM! up against that wire backstop.
Remember, too, that I was approaching 300 pounds, so I packed a wallop against that wire.
I wound up on my back with the ball in my hand on my chest. Someone helped me up, and told me I had a chicken-wire pattern on the right side of my face. I hit that wire really hard, after all, and I reached up and could feel it with my right hand.
But the touchdown counted.
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