Hope to see it on You Tube soon :)

That story's nuts.

Put me a little in mind of that 'chair' scene in Casino Royale.

Umm I have nothing but sympathy for this man, a little true story of my own.

In my teens ('60's) i was nationally ranked Gymnast and in a competition on the high bar in Port Melbourne in front of hundreds of people. We used to wear long tight white pants like ballet pants but not as tight. I was part way thru a manoeuvre on the bar where you rotated head over feet with your hands at groin level and my pants got caught wrapped on the magnesium chalked bar with my family jewels inside. I'd spun twice so I was very stuck and in huge amounts of pain. To make matters worst, my pants waistband had also rolled down around the back of my thighs exposing my bare ass to all the spectators who obviously by now where pissing themselves laughing at the poor bugger stranded 2 meters in the air with his old fella wrapped around the bar and his ass exposed. Only my coach knew how to extract me from this embarrassing delema by rotating me twice in the opposite direction thus unwrapping the rolled over pants and it's contents. No, I didn't remount and finish the routine, I ran for the change rooms screaming like a girl.

True story, much embarrassment and I can still feel the pain today.
Rambo

its times like those that you are thankful that the mobile phone wasn't invented, or facebook.

rambooc1 said..

Umm I have nothing but sympathy for this man, a little true story of my own.

In my teens ('60's) i was nationally ranked Gymnast and in a competition on the high bar in Port Melbourne in front of hundreds of people. We used to wear long tight white pants like ballet pants but not as tight. I was part way thru a manoeuvre on the bar where you rotated head over feet with your hands at groin level and my pants got caught wrapped on the magnesium chalked bar with my family jewels inside. I'd spun twice so I was very stuck and in huge amounts of pain. To make matters worst, my pants waistband had also rolled down around the back of my thighs exposing my bare ass to all the spectators who obviously by now where pissing themselves laughing at the poor bugger stranded 2 meters in the air with his old fella wrapped around the bar and his ass exposed. Only my coach knew how to extract me from this embarrassing delema by rotating me twice in the opposite direction thus unwrapping the rolled over pants and it's contents. No, I didn't remount and finish the routine, I ran for the change rooms screaming like a girl.

True story, much embarrassment and I can still feel the pain today.
Rambo

Fantastic, was that where you earned your name Rambo? You were running commando right?

No the name came many years later. I was paddling in a race around Old Woman Island ( Mudjimba) at seat 5 in the outrigger when the rope attaching the Ama to the wooden outrigger supports came loose and started falling off, so I climbed out on the wooden outriggers to the Ama with a knife between my teeth and cut, retied the rope, then scrambled back to seat 5 all while the other 5 guys kept paddling. Someone yelled out well done "Rambo" and the name stuck from then on.

As for how many wraps around the bar, it took 2 rotations to unwind me, the bar is 1 inch in diameter and Maths was never my best subject so any interested parties can probably work it out from there allowing for the "corkscrew" effect :-)

Craig66 said..

One question Rambo, at what point did some one think to say "lets carry a knife on board the outrigger in todays race" ???????

That's was actually a big mystery at the time 'cos it's not normal to carry knives in the canoe. Apparently it was left on top of one of the Wa'a ( xsupports ) that brace the two sides of the canoe where the wooden outriggers lash on, it fell to the bottom sometime during the race and was kicked backwards under the seats for the steerer to pick up, he handed it to me when he noticed the lashings unraveling. All lashing were cord back then, tie downs were banned. It was Ronny Grabbe that gave the name Rambo.

Don't get me going, or I'll have to tell the story of the '95 Nationals at Rockhampton where I baled with a bucket for the entire race from seat 5 due to not racing with covers in very rough conditions and we still won the Title fully submerged to the gunnels going across the finish line...haha. Some of you outrigger folk might remember that. Ronny Grabbe was so ecstatic he threw his paddle high in the air, I can't remember who's head it hit but I do remember the sound... Bonk....haha.

Anyway, this is getting way off topic re: Croatia and swollen testicles.

Yeah that happened to me once.