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“A is for…” let itself be known on July 25th, 2004, and presented with the following text: In the event I never told you, my most memorable Harvard debate tournament moment happened junior year in high school. There were about 10 of us from Turner that year; George was one of them. We flew into Logan International, and while waiting for luggage to come around the carousel George decided to stand up on the carousel ledge. When the conveyor belt started moving, George got down from the ledge. When he saw his luggage come around the carousel, instead of waiting 1.25 seconds like any normal/sane person would, he jumped up on the ledge, and across to the other side of the carousel to get to his luggage. Mid leap-across we all heard a *THUD* and saw George slide off the BIG A sign that was hanging over the carousel to identify the terminal. (One of the guys on the team pointed to the sign and announced to my then rolling video camera, "A is for ass, DUMBASS!") We looked up at George's head, saw massive amounts of blood squirting, said, "George, you're bleeding!", and he said, "Yes, I am!" and then laid down on the floor in the middle of the airport... bleeding everywhere. Paramedics arrived, people were staring, we were laughing at him, Mazin was shaking his head for like an hour, the paramedics were digging around Georges bleeding skull, and eventually George was taken away in an ambulance. Mazin had to ride with him, and cursed his name the entire time they sat in the Boston public hospital with all the gunshot victims. Had Mazin had a gun, George himself might have become a gunshot victim. George will never live the incident down. NEVER! |


