Fits of Laughter 1 The Frisbee Game

A recent fit of laughter came from a frisbee game I was playing with a few other friends. There are two people on a team, and they stand by a pole in the ground with a beer bottle on top. The object of the game is to knock the other team's bottle off of the pole. The defending team must catch the Frisbee and if the bottle falls off, can catch the bottle as well to save points. This is more difficult than it seems. One, I am a poor frisbee player and controlling where it goes can be a challenge. Two, you are only playing with one hand as the other holds a delicious cold beverage of your choosing. And finally, we were playing in February when the sun had gone down so the nice day turned chilly real quick. This made catching the frisbee hurt if you didn't have soft hands. Our friend Gino was playing on the other team, and does not have the best hands out of the friend group. I tossed the frisbee over, missing the pole and hitting Gino right in the hands. He dropped it and let out a shriek of pain. "Dude!! Stop throwing it that hard it HURTS". I do not throw the frisbee hard at all. In fact, I would say I'm well below average on frisbee release speed. However, my teammate has a rocket frisbee arm. I told him on the next throw to let one rip right at Gino so he could see what a real fastball was. Peter cocked back his arm and unleashed a missile. Traveling straight as in arrow, right to Gino's chest. You could see the hesitation in his eyes. Should I just get out of the way, or try and catch it? At the last moment he opted for the catch, but it was too late. The frisbee slapped into his hand in the cold win and dropped to the ground. Gino dropped to the ground with it and lay in a fetal position whimpering. Everyone else who was playing also dropped to the ground, but in uncontrolable laughter. Back to back stingers like that were super uncommon, and it made it all the more funny that it happened to Gino after he complained about the first one being too hard.