I took a wierd header off my back deck back in late July, still don't know what happened but I assume I must have just missed a step. But for whatever reason the plate of meat I had in my hand went down with me but was undisturbed. Anyway, I hit landing flat on my back with my head whiplashing into the ground, my head bouncing off. Saw stars. Right side of my body not working and tingling with a million needle sticks, it felt like. Can't get up.
And there it was - the most helpless feeling I've ever had. I'm gonna lay here until found. And it's gonna be awhile, nobody's expecting to see me or hear from me for at least a week.
I bring this up because I bet it's exactly how coach felt, suddenly dropped by a heart attack and nobody around for immediate help. It's a lonely feeling fellas, lemme tell ya.