Red Man brings back old memories.
Playing catcher in a softball game many, many, many years ago...I had a wad of Red Man in my cheek when a frozen rope was hit out to left field. The man on second got up a head of steam and rounded third. I knew the game was afoot. He came in shoulder first and placed it right in my bread basket. Down I went and down went the Red Man. I held the ball and got the out but I did not hold my cookies. I got back to the bench and never puked so hard in my life.
Never chewed again after that.
OMG! I took a swig from a styrofoam cup of brown spit one time. Scarred me for life! Heh, probably belonged to Chief Muddy Waters!