March 22, 2005
Have you ever been "knocked out?"
I'm not talking about being dazed, stunned, loopy or disoriented. I mean being KNOCKED OUT, where you received a blow to head hard enough to put you sound asleep. Have you ever had that unique experience? I have, three times.
The first time was a baseball that I caught square between my eyes when I was 12 years old. It was a hard line drive and I thought I had a bead on that rascal, but I missed with the glove and it got me. I remember a bright flash of light, then I woke up several minutes later with my Dad, my coach and a lot of other concerned people gathered around me. I didn't realize that any time had passed.
Hell, I felt fine. I was ready to play ball again, but they made me sit out the rest of practice. I knew who I was, what day it was and what had happened to me. I was okay. I just developed a bad headache that evening, so I took a couple of aspirin and slept well. I was cured and back at practice the next day.
The second time was on the football field, and the lick I put on somebody helmet-to-helmet was hard enough to rattle the last of the dying leaves out of the nearby trees. We BOTH ended up on the ground, sound asleep. I think I was out for only about 30 seconds that time, before a trainer had an ammonia capsule under my nose and I sat up snorting and coughing. Again, I knew who I was, what day it was and what happened to me.
The other guy laid there for at LEAST five minutes with his eyes open as he snored. He was so far out that he was impervious to the effects of ammonia capsules. He was a GONER.
When he finally woke up, he didn't know where he was, he didn't remember coming to school that day and he damn sure didn't remember the lick that laid him out. He was wobbly for a couple of days after that.
The third time was that car wreck I had in South Carolina when my friend Leo and I performed a perfect T-bone collision at about 65 MPH with an old black woman on Highway 278 on our way to play golf. We totalled both cars and I woke up in the back seat of Leo's Chrysler Le Baron, wondering how I got THERE, when I was riding in the front passenger seat.
Leo told me later that he thought I was dead, because my head went through the windshield before I bounced off into the back seat. (That's why I ALWAYS wear a seat belt today, and if you ride with me, you're gonna wear one, too.) I still remembered who I was and what had happened. I just went unexpectedly to sleep for a few minutes there. I was okay. Just a few cuts and bruises, but I didn't feel like playing golf anymore. I was wobbly for a couple of days after that one.
Have YOU ever been knocked unconscious? If so, what do YOU remember about it?
And then a robed figure said, "Come to the light, Acidman!" And he replied, "Are you fuckin' nuts? I haven't had my fill of the boiled peanuts and sweet, sweet wimmen! I'm staying!"
But answer your question - never knocked out, I've passed out (hadn't eaten and just finished working out - bomp! hit the sidewalk outside the health club like a sack of damp cement.) but never been knocked out.
When I was young (ie- 6 or 7 years old) my friend let me drive his four-wheeler even though I'd never even been on one of the things before then. I lost control going down a hill. The last thing I remember was seeing the very steep (ie- 5-10 foot drop) into a creek bed. When I woke up I was hanging from a tree on the opposite side of the creek by the hood of my jacket. My friend who had been riding behind me on the seat was rolling around on the ground next to the tree groaning. The ATV was 10-15 away, upside down. I had a big, but not-so-bad cut on my chin and a huge goose-egg bump on the back of my head that didn't go down for several days. But other than that neither one of us was too badly hurt. We managed to walk back to my friend's house then I walked all the way back to my home which was 1/4-1/2 a mile away.
At the tender age of 10 years old while playing "king of the hill" on a big-ass pile of snow in the school yard (a little too close to the building as it turned out). I was the "king" for a short reign - when Kurt F figured how he could get me off the top of the hill; pick up Jim VDH's big dumb ass up and throw him at me! Jim out weighed me by about 20 lbs so Eistien's whole E=mc^2 or that action - reaction .....thing took over. Jim hits me, I fly backwards (head first), hitting the brick wall (head first). Black. I did feel a "tingling" sensation in my hands and arms as they swung up then back down to my sides.
Coming to - I had blurry- coming into focus view of every one of my class mates, that were playing this game that was not allowed, screaming for me to "wake-up!" out of fear that we would be found out. Ringing in my ears, head hurting more than I've ever felt then or ever since ........dizzy too.
The bell rang - into school we went. Still not feeling....right. Run to the bathroom from homeroom - puke.
"You'd better go to the office" Jeff L said after seeing what had just happened.
To the office.
"Call you're mother".
"Well you'd better come home then" mom says.
I walked home (four block - my mother was chastized by the school for telling me to walk - In Ma's defense she didn't know the extent of the damage until I arrived home). There I puked again.
To the doctor. To the hospital for the next three days - concussion. It must have been a bad one.
That could explain how I turned out - huh?
1st time 12 years old playing neighborhood football in early fall evening. Don't know what happened but everybody got up but me. After the other kids decided I wasn't faking, they all got scared and ran home. I came to in the dark and managed to find my way home. Knew my family and where I lived but didn't know I was in the fourth grade. Almost got a whipping until parents discovered something had happened to me and I wasn't just being a 12 yr old asshole.
2nd time: in my twenties, at a bar after helping friends tear a clay tile roof off a house. Problem was, I wasn't a roofer and I had too many beers too quickly. I was walking down the bar when I started to go backwards. It was slow motion and I knew there was nothing I could do about it, People started turning to look at me when the back of my head hit the barroom floor and the lights went out. When I came to (a few minutes later?), several people were kneeling around me and I was still on the floor. My thinking was foggy. I took a baggie out of my pocket and handed it to one of them for safekeeping!
Only once, thank God.
On a hot summer day, us kids were playing on the driveway with one of those slip n slide thingys, and the hose.
I slipped, I slid, lost my balance, tumbled backwards, and conked my head HARD on the cee-ment.
I remember seeing stars briefly, then nothing. I woke up in my bed with a cold towel on my forehead.
Had the mother of all headaches for at least a day afterwards, and a humungous lump on the back of my head.
And no one took me to the doctor. I was coherent and walking and talking. I guess they figured I was ok.
A few years ago I was found out cold on the floor of my office, with a huge bruise covering one side of my face. I'd been there a while, who knows how long as my secretary was out that day. I remember something about 3 or 4 days before that. I remember *some* things about a month after that. I really don't remember interviewing for this job, and that was two months later, after I was back at work. That's some creepy shit. Now I'm more or less fine, just a little absent minded.
Never did figure out what happened.
Way back at the ripe old age of 18 I was playing ice hockey goalie, and I had one of the fashionable form-fitted goalie masks. An opposing player took a slapshot from the blue line, I went down to my knees and move out of the crease to try to block any defelection attempts by opposing players in front of the goal, and I didn't get far enough out. A player did deflect the shot right up and between the eyes. Those form-fitted masks didn't have *any* shock absorption in them. While they did spread the impact over a larger area than if you didn't have the mask, it still felt like a horse kicked me. Although I didn't know that until I woke up some minutes later (1 or 2 minutes? I don't know. I never asked, and nobody ever told) and other players were putting snow on my face. Needless to say, I didn't finish the game, have no idea how I got home, and my upper nose/between the eyes area was swollen and black & blue for several days.
I never played with that mask again, but gave it away and bought a "cage" mask (similar to a baseball catcher's mask, for those folks who don't know anything about hockey) since it had padding across the forehead and chin.
When I was in college (early 80's), our coaches put offensive linemen as the front line on the kickoff return team. I was one of those offensive linemen. We ran a wedge type return so they wanted guys who blocked for a living up there. The only problem with that scheme is that most coaches put their 10 fastest dudes who are not pussies, on their kick coverage teams. Now admittedly there's a 10 yard cushion between the two at the onset of the play but it diminishes quickly. So anyway our job is to sprint back about 25 yards, converging with teammates to form a wedge during this short sprint, turn a 180 and block whoever shows. Due to the speed differential though, the coverage guys were usually all up in our nest about the time we turned. So being offensive linemen, we tackled them. Which is why you never see a kickoff in the NFL without a holding penalty.
But anyway, one fine Saturday afternoon, on the opening kickoff, I sprint back, plant to turn, and barely out of my peripheral vision have time to see a guy about one step from me with a full head of steam on. I don't know exactly where he caught me, probably in the temple, but I remember hearing the whack, and then the next thing I remember is the trainer with the amonia. Later on my backup got banged up, and I went back in. I thought I was ok, felt fine, but I couldn't remember a snap count to save my life. I got 4 motion penalties within about 10 plays and they got me back out of there.
On a slightly different note, one time I knocked a guy out in a game and it was exhilerating. We threw an interception and I was trying to get to the ball and this linebacker dude was gonna try to throw a block at me. I just intended to fend him off with a quick forearm shiver, but evidently it got him in the chin or inside his mask or something, cause after the play was over, and I was jogging back to our sideline, he was laying there like a corpse. I was ecstatic. We'd just thrown and int. and I was celebrating like it was my bachelor party. I think that's how it might feel to be in a shooting war and nail some dude between the eyes.
I've always had a problem with backing down from confrontation, even in the face of certain annihilation. It's this ridiculous pride thing I was cursed with. It's not such a bad thing now because with age and a few ass whippins I've tempered my pride with some common sense. As a youngster I had absolutely NO common sense and Tyrone showed me the error of my ways as he skillfully embarrased the shit outta me. I remember shoving Tyrone...that's about it except maybe a few attempts at waking up with people standing over me only to fall back asleep. When I finally did wake up, the sight of my nasal bone protruding from my face in the mirror almost made me pass out again. If you've ever had a broken nose (I've had 4) you know they bleed profusely. It looked like a murder scene. Yeah, I choose my fights carefully now. Funny part was when I became alert enough to get the hell outa there....Tyrone was calmly eating a sandwich!...MY sandwich.
I have never been knocked out, but I have been knocked up.:)
Years ago, in about 5th grade, I was running flat out down the alley that ran between the schoolyard and the playground, I tried to cut the corner hard to get inside before the bell and slid in some pea gravel. I remember the telephone pole on the corner racing toward my head & nothing more until waking up with a circle of teachers & students surrounding me. Ouch! All I remember after that was mom coming to get me. Everything is is gone from my memory.
The seatbelt comment hit a cord with me too. I have driven out of 2 near crashes (spin outs)that if I hadn't had the seatbelt holding me in place, they would have been evil crashes. I feel naked without the belt on now.
Never actually knocked out, but when I was about 5 I went head first down a loooong flight of stairs when we were visiting friends. We got home, and when I started throwing up my mother took me to the hospital where I got a set of X-rays and an overnight stay.
And I'll second (or is it third?) the seatbelt thing. I was the front of a four car pile up, due to the bimbo in car #3 being in too much of a hurry. (Needless to say she ended up missing her ferry.) I ended up with a whiplash, sprained wrists from bracing on the wheel, and separated ribs (along with an interesting bruise on my sternum from the front closure on my underwire) from hitting the shoulder harness that hard. The wrists and ribs still hurt occasionally 15 years later. I'm not sure I want to image the mess my face would have been from meeting the steering wheel or the windshield if I'd just had a lap belt, or none at all. If they made 5 point harnesses as an option on passanger cars, I'd get them. As a friend of mine said after her accident, "I used to think of seat belts as a good idea, now they're religion."
I've been knocked out once. In a varsity Volleyball game, another girl caught me right in the temple with her elbow as she went for the ball. I only know this from the tape of the game, as I have no memory of the incident whatsoever. I hit the ground instantly and was out for a few minutes. At one point the camera zoomed in on me and the kid announcing was like "wow, I think she's out cold". It was pretty embarrasing.
The only other similar thing to happen was once when I passed out at a health club. I was on the fly machine, started to get dizzy, kept going, and suddenly lost hearing and then watched as the whole world closed down on me. The next thing I knew, I was half on the ground, half tangled up in the machine, and feeling like I'd just drank a bottle of Vodka. A guy nearby must have heard or seen the commotion because he came over and started pulling me up. Well, it was too fast too soon, and you can guess what happened next. Back the floor we go!
I was in a country western bar one time
playing pool against a cowgirl when a loud
mouth drunk started rousing her. she got
mad and threw a punch which hit the guy
but caught me too, I was out for 5 minutes.
I was knocked out in elementary school during recess.
It had been raining that day but finally stopped as recess arrived. All of us were happy and went out to play. My friend Steph and I were playing on the jungle gym when I swung from the top to reach the other side. But unfortunately my hand sliped from the bars being wet and I fell. Time slowed down as I remember watching the bars pass me as I dropped. Then it was dark. Next thing I know I woke up (a few seconds later I think) with a killer pain in my arm. Turns out I had broke my collar bone, but didn't know it at the time. I went to my teacher to ask to go to the medical room but she wouldn't let me. Thus I went around for three days with a broken bone until I hurt myself in soccer and was finally taken to the hospital. To this day I can still feel the break in my bone.
I got knocked out before... I urinated all over myself when I was unconsious...Everybody took pics of me while I was sleep outside the bar on the pavement.