Stretch Before Battling Those Rabid Raccoons
Rabid Raccoons, Women's Sports March 10th. 2008, 10:09am
Raccoons like to sift through trash, they usually only fight when cornered (or sometimes, just for the hell of it), and they have inspired some sort of eye makeup trend. But they are also tough little vermin. Just ask Tennessee coach Pat Summitt, who dislocated a shoulder battling one late last week. “I momentarily lost it,” Summitt said. “The raccoon was about to attack. I just knocked it off the deck, and fortunately nothing happened but a dislocated shoulder, and it’s back in place.”
It’s certainly a cooler story than popping a hammy getting off the toilet or needing Tommy John surgery from the time you hurled a full can of soda at a skunk. These are not injuries we have suffered, but they might be embarrassing.
Pat Summitt’s run-in with a raccoon (WBIR-10)
16 Responses to “Stretch Before Battling Those Rabid Raccoons”
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March 10th, 2008 at 10:14 AM
That’s what I’m talking about. Bruce would have punched the Raccoon in the face.
March 10th, 2008 at 10:15 AM
My closest encounter with a raccoon was when I was smoking on my deck and then there two rummaging through my recylce bin. One of them got a beer can stuck on it’s paw, wish I could have gotten a picture of it.
March 10th, 2008 at 10:18 AM
my cousin opened his garage and a raccoon ran out and started chasing him. while trying to run, he broke his leg in 3 places. the funniest part, he had just returned home from the hospital after getting a cast removed from his leg because he broke it in a freak bicycling accident 6 weeks earlier.
March 10th, 2008 at 10:20 AM
that was a great story cbh
March 10th, 2008 at 10:22 AM
I went camping one time and at night we forgot to leave something heavy on the cooler. A raccoon came and opened the cooler and sucked all the eggs that we had brought. It was impressive
March 10th, 2008 at 10:22 AM
“I remember early on in my career working as the studio host for the NBA finals between the Bulls and the Jazz and we wrapped up in Salt Lake City and I was sharing a cab with a raccoon heading to the airport and I just looked over at him and thought, ‘I’m riding in a cab with a fucking raccoon. This is big.’â€
March 10th, 2008 at 10:25 AM
BENJI – is that a joke?
March 10th, 2008 at 10:28 AM
no, it was 100% true story. i was witness to the bike accident, but caught the raccoon fight second hand. my cousin is one of those guys that tons of funny shit happens to. there needs to be a movie made about him. picture professional computer geek/ amatuer bodybuilder. my brother and i are working on writing a collection of funny but true stories about him.
March 10th, 2008 at 10:52 AM
Wow Benji. Remind me to never hang out with your brother.
March 10th, 2008 at 10:53 AM
my cousin is the one who has the stuff happen to him. my brother and i just thinks its funny and needs to be documented.
March 10th, 2008 at 11:13 AM
most of you who wathced ESPN over the weekend probably saw the story about rabbits. the young footbally players down her in south florida chase rabbits to gain speed. they chase them through the burning sugar cane fields and the goal is to get the cotton tail rabbit, the fastest rabbit of all.
people in college football wonder how the south florida kids are always so fast, well theres the story behind it
go chase a rabbit and see if you can catch it. Probably not, but the kids at the U sure can
March 10th, 2008 at 11:15 AM
Irish, so Larry Coker stopped recruting rabbit chasers?
March 10th, 2008 at 11:22 AM
…unless said rabbit was running into a classroom.
March 10th, 2008 at 11:27 AM
hahahahahahah that was fucking hilarious 412
please tell me what college is best represented in the NFL?
best represented would be the U. Most stars by any College in the NFL
why go to class when you know you are going to make miilions by coming out of the U
March 10th, 2008 at 11:29 AM
Ha ha… I knew that would get a reaction from you.
March 10th, 2008 at 1:02 PM
I learned from Rocky that you get faster by chasing chickens and running stairs in a gray cotten sweatsuit. I later learned that none of that works and that Sly was on the juice.