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Our team has a tradition of tossing around a football during our morning meetings. I usually abstain, on grounds of being lousy at throwing footballs. So today, the folks for the next meeting in the room had started to trickle in, and were shaking their heads over the current topic of our conversation: Deb's imminent surgery to remove two football-sized ovarian cysts. I picked up the football and threw it in their direction...and hit Randy's full cup of coffee absolutely square on, showering him, Pat and the floor in (thankfully not very hot) coffee.

I couldn't have hit it on purpose to save my life, but yikes. It's a good thing Randy and I have a longstanding good working relationship and he's an easygoing guy who will probably have forgotten about it before I do.