vapros
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Here's a tale from the old Greenway room in Baton Rouge. Not exactly an injury, but anyway - A regular called Mr. Ed was playing a game of eight ball, and as he fired a shot he passed out and fell to the floor. In a few minutes he woke up just long enough to ask "Did I make the shot?" and then Mr. Ed closed his eyes forever.
No, I was not present to see him go.
No, I was not present to see him go.