They escorted me out of my house through the courtyard entry on the way to the street.
I know, stupid, but remember, I’d been celebrating for 32 and a half hours straight.
My rationale at the time was that after pulling off such an extraordinary Houdini-like stunt, the officers would be so impressed that they would abrogate the arrest and set me free.
My thinking was that in mid-flight, while upside down in the air, I would assume a pike position and then slide my cuffed wrists under my butt and up and over my legs, then stick the landing behind the Cornhusker, now with my fettered hands in front of me.