Interference

I was confident heading into my latest competition. I had won my last six contests and looked poised to break my father's record of nine. But as the garter flew past my head and I began to backpedal to get into position I felt a sharp shove from behind me. I turned surprised to see my father standing behind the both my brother and I. The saboteur stood looking innocent, claiming that he was trying to help us by causing some collisions and confusion, with his record looking safer than it was at the beginning of the day. His wife continually questioned why a married man was taking part in a garter toss. After a verbal lashing from several directions, he began to feel some remorse for his actions and realized his interference only increased my resolve to break his record.