a story thats been told time and time again

Well here we are in january again and after recently visiting the park at kent lake I was reminded of a story that I've been asked to tell time and time again. Some years ago I went to the park with my buddies the twins on a rather warm January day to ummmm smoke and play some frizbee. We walked across the ice to a small island and smoked where we were sure that we were safe from anyone giving us any trouble, but this was no place to play frizbee. So we braved the ice again to find a place to play. Once on land we climbed a hill and found a circle drive that was flat and perfect. Tim and myself were trying to out do one another (like catching the frizbee between our legs and behind our back) while Keith was a bit more reserved. This was perhaps with good reason but with us giving him a hard time Keith began to get involved with our quest to out do one another. It wasn't long before I threw a fast and low one to Keith. Keith took a pose that's a bit hard to describe but I'll do my best. He had his legs spread and a hand behind his back to catch it from between his legs. If you can't picture this try it and notice what favorite body part instantly become venerable. It would have been an easy catch if it weren't for the slight gust of wind that caused the disk to jump up about 6inches just before it got to him. Yup it hit him in the place we all protect the most. You know the kinda hit you see so often on Americas funniest videos. In an instant Keith fell to him knees and fell over in the street. The first vehicle that happened our way happened to be just after this and Tim and I were telling Keith to get out of the way he was about to be run over. I recall Keith saying "Let it!" As he rolled around clutching his groin with both hands. The van sat and waited till Keith could pull himself together and get out of the way. You might think this would be the end of us playing but we didn't (this story wouldn't be worth telling if that were all that happened. Would it?) We had decided to start heading back to the car and that we would toss the frizbee to each other as we went that way. It sounded like a good idea at the time and Tim was to throw it as Keith and I ran ahead. Recall I said we had climbed a hill to get to this great spot? Well we were running down this hill as Tim threw the frizbee as hard as he could. You have to imaging that running down this hill is something of a controlled chaos as we were taking huge strides and going oh so fast. The disk was also going quite fast as it flew over our heads and as it began to slow. We both were amazed as it slowly dropped and was like matching our speed. It was amazing to see it just drop down to greet keith's finger tips of his out reached hands as if in slow motion. It was that moment just before the frizbee touched his fingers (mind you that was all we both were paying attention to) that Keith ran strait into a park barbecue. The kind of barbecue that is cemented in to the ground and built solid. Keith looked like a rag doll that had been thrown. Keith's right thigh had struck first and the his left shoulder as he went into a roll that sent him tumbling down the hill summer saluting. When came to a stop some 20 feet from the barbecue he was clutching his leg yelling "I'm ok, I'm ok" but it was clear he was in a great amount of pain. I was instantly concerned that he may have broken bones and we were still quite a was from the car and it was a walk across the frozen lake and it would take some time to get the car and drive around if it were needed. It turned out the Keith had not broken anything but was none the less quite hurt. Keith credits not even a moment of knowing that there was an obstacle meant he had never tensed up and that "it just happened" is why he managed to have not hurt himself more. Keith no longer plays frizbee as you can imagine and warns others that's it can be a dangerous game but is a great disk golf player (safer to not catch a disk I guess was the lesson here)
Well that's the story from so long ago, though I can picture it like it had just happened.