TV Repair Man- #1 Darwin Award

This next event is probably the dumbest thing I have ever done. Yes, in my opinion, this wins my personal Darwin Awards.
Back in the days when the big dish satellites were popping up in yards like weeds, we were too tight with our money to break down and purchase one. We lived beyond the cable TV line. So it was either a satellite dish or an antenna. With an antenna, I still only got one station, and if the wind was blowing very hard, that one was fuzzy. So I had to take drastic measures because I had to have more than one channel.
It seemed that I remember reading in my TV manual that there was button in the back of it that if you engaged it, your TV would bring in better reception for antenna channels vs. cable channels. We had like a 20” TV and if you remember, a 20” TV body looked like a 36” TV today. This one was no different. The back was so big and bulky; it was hard to get to the back of it. So instead of turning the TV around and doing this inside the house, it was easier for me to do this outside going through the window. I opened the window and took the screen off, and I was at the perfect height, (eye level), with the task at hand. I had a good friend over that day to help me figure this thing out. He has always been a good handy man. Yes… It was a meeting of the minds that day. My tool for the day was a paper clip. Standing in a mud puddle, and my faithful buddy behind me, I carefully put the paper clip in a little hole in the back of the TV. For some reason, my friend without warning hit me as hard as he could in the middle of my back. It felt like he had taken a sledge hammer and hit me with it. I didn’t know if I had a spider on me or what, so with the paper clip still in my hand and in the little hole of the TV, I turned and looked at him with a look of “why did you hit me?” He just stood there looking at me all innocent with a look of, “what the H… are you looking at me like that for?” Suddenly, while I’m looking at him, he hits me again even harder than the first time, and somehow, he never moved a muscle. So now my slow simple brain is trying to figure out this optical illusion of, “how in the world did he hit me without ever moving a muscle?” Reality finally sunk in when I felt a stinging sensation sizzling from my fingertips and up both of my arms until it landed in the middle of my chest with a crash. It felt like my heart was going to explode, and I finally pulled the paper clip out of the TV.
It wasn't too long after that day that we purchased a Satellite Antenna.