Let me explain.
EVERY time, or almost, that Leon and I play racquetball, he ends up eating rubber.
No, I don't win the game. I'm not very good at all.
It turns out though, that I CAN hit a target.
If that target is him.
But in my defense, he just doesn't get out of the way. Would YOU stand in front of the person who is about to hit the ball, when that person only consistently hits the ball in your direction?
I think not.
I've gotten him in the ass, the ear, the back, the leg and the arm. And now, I can add his throat to my growing list.
It was frightening, really. Because he was making these weird whistling sucking sounds. It seems that I temporarily smashed his windpipe all to hell.
But once he started breathing again, holy FRIG did I laugh!!!