I'm an ex-hockey player, and all throughout much of my adult life I was an on-ice/on-court (inline) official, either a referee or a linesman. The linesman conducts faceoffs, calls offsides, and breaks up fights and scrums.
Predictably, I've lost a lot of teeth. Seven, to be exact. Some were way back in my mouth, and I didn't bother puttin…
I'm an ex-hockey player, and all throughout much of my adult life I was an on-ice/on-court (inline) official, either a referee or a linesman. The linesman conducts faceoffs, calls offsides, and breaks up fights and scrums.
Predictably, I've lost a lot of teeth. Seven, to be exact. Some were way back in my mouth, and I didn't bother putting them back, but five of them I had repaired. They all broke off at the gumline, and one day I had to go in and get the rest of them pulled out.
The surgeon pulling the teeth was literally putting his foot on my chest to pull. Add to that, I got to see and hear him chipping away at my teeth, but the foot on my chest was a new one. Meanwhile, I'm still tearing up just from the Novocain, which they used without any kind of analgesic. Just boom, needle in the jaw.
When I was in my 20s and 30s, I didn't think too much of the missing teeth. Chicks dig a tough guy, right? I would advise people to get that shit taken care of ASAP so they don't have a grown man using your chest for leverage.
Howdy, fellow "Dude standing on your chest to remove a tooth damaged due to prior puck stupidity" buddy!
In my case, though, I can marry it to American Health Insurance Hellscape!
It was the dot.bomb era and a long stint of unasked-for unemployment was finally ending, but a long-damaged tooth stub decided to footrace the start of my health insurance (and its lol abysmal dental coverage) and after being jobless for quite so long, I was really hoping insurance would win that race. Alas, it finally got to the point where I couldn't eat and I hunted down a Korean mall dentist (shout out Ford City Mall, sout' side Chicago) who would take cash and get this thing outta my mouth, _fast_.
Dude had to fully hop up onto my chest to get leverage and he's just... going to town in my barely-numbed mouth, bloody spit flying everywhere, and after forever he goes "okay, almost done..." in his quite-broken English followed by "just kidding! here it is" and he uncups his fist to show me just a pile of shards and blood.
After many warnings about "don't smoke, dry socket" I couldn't get a cigarette lit outside the mall fast enough.
ok two things: 1. holy shit!!!!! 2. i just went to my first-ever hockey game a couple months ago and was quite impressed by the refs doing full-on figure skating moves and twirls—is that the kind of thing you did????
In short, yes. The guys with the armbands are the ones doing all the full skating. The ones without are the linesmen. That's *usually* what I did. I was capable of refereeing, but I'm a big guy so the lines let me throw around my weight a bit.
I'm an ex-hockey player, and all throughout much of my adult life I was an on-ice/on-court (inline) official, either a referee or a linesman. The linesman conducts faceoffs, calls offsides, and breaks up fights and scrums.
Predictably, I've lost a lot of teeth. Seven, to be exact. Some were way back in my mouth, and I didn't bother putting them back, but five of them I had repaired. They all broke off at the gumline, and one day I had to go in and get the rest of them pulled out.
The surgeon pulling the teeth was literally putting his foot on my chest to pull. Add to that, I got to see and hear him chipping away at my teeth, but the foot on my chest was a new one. Meanwhile, I'm still tearing up just from the Novocain, which they used without any kind of analgesic. Just boom, needle in the jaw.
When I was in my 20s and 30s, I didn't think too much of the missing teeth. Chicks dig a tough guy, right? I would advise people to get that shit taken care of ASAP so they don't have a grown man using your chest for leverage.
Howdy, fellow "Dude standing on your chest to remove a tooth damaged due to prior puck stupidity" buddy!
In my case, though, I can marry it to American Health Insurance Hellscape!
It was the dot.bomb era and a long stint of unasked-for unemployment was finally ending, but a long-damaged tooth stub decided to footrace the start of my health insurance (and its lol abysmal dental coverage) and after being jobless for quite so long, I was really hoping insurance would win that race. Alas, it finally got to the point where I couldn't eat and I hunted down a Korean mall dentist (shout out Ford City Mall, sout' side Chicago) who would take cash and get this thing outta my mouth, _fast_.
Dude had to fully hop up onto my chest to get leverage and he's just... going to town in my barely-numbed mouth, bloody spit flying everywhere, and after forever he goes "okay, almost done..." in his quite-broken English followed by "just kidding! here it is" and he uncups his fist to show me just a pile of shards and blood.
After many warnings about "don't smoke, dry socket" I couldn't get a cigarette lit outside the mall fast enough.
I can’t believe this whole using a chest for leverage thing is apparently a common occurrence?
I don't know, but I'm not in a hurry to add to the sample size to verify it.
"The surgeon pulling the teeth was literally putting his foot on my chest to pull." ahhhhhhh
ok two things: 1. holy shit!!!!! 2. i just went to my first-ever hockey game a couple months ago and was quite impressed by the refs doing full-on figure skating moves and twirls—is that the kind of thing you did????
In short, yes. The guys with the armbands are the ones doing all the full skating. The ones without are the linesmen. That's *usually* what I did. I was capable of refereeing, but I'm a big guy so the lines let me throw around my weight a bit.