ontheropes
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I want to know if I'm the only one who fires off that bag, realize it's on the perfect course for nailing it on the first throw... just to find out you're standing on the damn throwline and it jerks to a stop six freakin' inches from the crotch.
Because, well, I've used some language when that happens that would make an old, drunk sailor run away with his hands over his ears.
Oh yes, I sometimes am on perfect aim for the shot I want and get rejected by the limb either three inches to the left or right or my freaken foot. Can't remember who on here said it but it was said perfect when they referred to it as the throwline gremlins. I swear they wait and get a kick out of watching us flip our lid.










