Just sipping on a cold brewski with your buds, enjoying a nice ball game on this great Thursday afternoon, then svooomp…man down.
Impeccable form on that fall, too. It’s one of those unavoidable, slow motion ones where you’re thinking during the descent, “Yep, this is happening right now. Fuck me.”
Note: “Svooomp” is what I imagine the sound a rifle bullet makes as it spirals through the air right up to, and upon, impact with a grown man’s chest cavity.
[via @ckirsch714, Vine]