Snap Krackle Pop - No Frisbee http://members.aol.com/mittin/ultidx.htm I'm sitting here wondering how to get over my fear of laying out. I don't know, maybe I should let the bones knit first. I had a hard time explaining to the doctors in the emergency room how I broke my color bone catching a Frisbee. The only doctor that asked a sensible question was my cousin Rich. "Did you catch it?" I told him I was open for an easy flick. The guy threw the flick but the wind caught it. It was coming down like a blade 4 feet out of bounds, the only way to catch it was to lay out with my feet in bounds. I laid out, got my hands on it as I hit the ground, it popped up, I extended a few inches further to grab it, that's when I heard my color bone snap like a chicken bone. That was Sunday at the beach. I went down to Edgley Monday Night to tell my summer league team I was out for the season. My captain, Dave Dillon, was the second person to ask me if I caught the disk. I cheered our team on from the sideline. When the game was over I jumped up, out of habit, to congratulate the other team on a good game. I sat back down, I hadn't played.