Reminds me of when I first started lifting (1979). I was working out at Rocky Mountain Health Club... Went in, started warming up. There was guy working bench (with a spotter) for multiple sets. He was probably on his fourth or fifth set as I finished my warm up and started working some MP. I wasn't paying him much attention, so I don't know how it happened, but, somehow he dropped the bar across his lower jaw, breaking it, as well as losing several teeth -- the spotter had to pull the weight off him. Blood everywhere... It was quite a mess...
"Who cares if your "deadly art" was originally practiced in a temple in some obscure corner of Bangladesh if an ill-tempered girl scout with 6 months of boxing can knock the hell out of its practitioners?" --Mike Driscoll