01-05-2021, 09:25 AM
I was probably around 30 at the time (I'm 51 now), and my ex-wife had some kind of ceramic pottery thing in a bag that was sitting on the floor of the living room. Something happened in the Bengals game that pissed me off (a regular occurrence) and I jumped up and kicked that bag thinking it was empty until it crashed against the wall and that pottery shattered into a hundred pieces. Ex-wife was so pissed. I was just glad I had shoes on when I kicked it!