I'm not sure how it happened. A toepick was involved, and then something else, and maybe this-that-or the other. Anyway, suddenly I'm lying flat on my back at the boards.
If you give me time, I'll just roll over dig that toepick in and push myself up.
And then I realize..... It's nice to be pampered.
Go on grab my arms and haul me on up to my feet! I'll let you!
My coach, on the other hand, would just tell them to stop enabling my dependence. Of course, my coach is my age!