And consider this:

At the Daytona Bike Race, one of those motos would have unexpectedly flown over the fence and hit you!

A Cardinal would have slugged that ball and it would have gone flying near you - but caught by someone else in the bleachers.

A tire from one of the Indianapolis 500 cars would have come off and streaked through the air right at you. It missed but you suffered a heart attack from the fear.

You would have bet on the wrong horse, Schnikkers, in the Kentucky Derby and lost a bundle.

At the Convention, J. Eric would have caught up with you, stuck out his tongue, and said, "Nyahhhh!"

And Banker Potter would have foreclosed on your mortgage.

See, you don't realize what a great life you have. At least you still have friends. (I think.) -- CLARENCE