Me? I was heading to the press box.
I forget what the banking was along the front stretch, but it was pretty steep. About halfway up the hill, I started falling backwards!
Suddenly, a young woman reached out and grabbed my jacket, stopping my fall. I might have hit hard and rolled to the bottom, and I was immediately and profusely thankful.
She nodded but acted like it was no big deal. We went on like nothing had happened.
What got me is that, at 230 pounds back then, I outweighed her by at least a hundred pounds. And she stopped me so easily.
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