Frisbee Fracture 
2003 Reader Submission
Pending Acceptance
Although this occurrence was not monumental enough to warrant a news story, last year I was witness to an act worthy of a Darwin Award.
At the time, I work in the ITS department of a small Cape Cod software company, along with four other guys. We were pretty laid back, and commonly got together at the field next door for our lunch break, where we tossed around a football or frisbee. This field is also adjacent to the local airport, so we typically got a great view of planes coming in for landings.
On this particular day, we had a guy from Sales named Neil join us for a game of Frisbee. Our only experience with Neil was that he was VERY eager, but none too swift. In fact, the guy had only nine fingers: An accident he willingly recounted involving a lit M80 and slow reflexes… This should give you a good idea of his general mental capacity.
Anyway, it wasn’t long before someone accidentally tossed a wide throw to Neil, and he had to run after it. Frustrated, he yelled, “So you want to play like that, eh?” and childishly hurled the disk as hard as he could. Naturally the plastic Frisbee sailed right over the ten-foot fence separating us from the Airport, and landed about a dozen meters in.
We were willing to just let it lie. The fence was old and corroded looking, and even though it didn't have razor wire, it still was jagged enough at the top to be dangerous. Plus, at its base running the length of the fence was a 4-5 foot wide trench filled with rainwater and muck. Oh yeah, not to mention the warning signs posted all over the place. Crossing that was not worth a cheap plastic Frisbee.
But Neil would not be swayed. We all told him it was fine, no big deal… But he insisted that he could get the Frisbee. We practically begged him not to go after it, but he just laughed it off and assured us that he does this kind of stuff all the time. So up the fence he went, all the way to the top.
Keep in mind Neil is in sales. He was wearing thin polyester pants and a pair of smooth soled loafers with zero traction. At the top of the fence, he tossed one leg over, caught his testicles on the sharp prongs and then fell ten feet head-first into the trench on the other side.
He suffered a fractured arm and a lovely torn scrotum in exchange for a Frisbee that cost $4.50 at Toys R Us. I’m fairly certain he has removed himself from the gene pool with this accident, but unlike his missing finger, Neil was unwilling to talk specifics.
Submitted on 11/18/2003
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