Let's talk about things that are six inches long. A pencil. A paring knife. A DVD slot. A can of Diet Coke. All roughly six inches, right? Know what else is six inches? The hole this guy is shooting a puck into (what? where did you think I was going with all this 6" talk?):
Our house is a perpetual mess because we loooove aiming at things around here. I actually moved the diaper bin in the garage back a bit so I could give every diaper a good toss. It's a pain when I miss, but sweet desperate housewivish victory when I score. We love to ball up socks and throw them from our living room, upstairs, and into the laundry room (this is a huge challenge, but we feel very blessed the layout of our house allows for such frivolities). And if somebody drops say... a grape, on the kitchen floor, you better duck because you know it's getting tossed across the room, toward the sink. In all these things, we miss. A lot.
My point is, this guy's shot is amazing. The deal was for him to receive $50,000 from a third-party insurance company (who!? I don't know!) to donate to charity. Now the company is saying, they'll just give it to a charity since that's what he was going to do anyway. But not the St. Vincent Heart Center, which was his charity of choice. What a gyp! I feel like I deserve $50,000 when I bank an empty can off my car headlight into a giant recycling bin three feet away so I'm furious for this gentleman. Furious. I mean, what the devil?