I Broke My Arm!
Yes….both bones, one complete the other compound!
So, my girl friend asks me to play for her on Sunday night in a lower division than I normally play. Of course, I say…”Sure.” Big mistake.
The opposing team has one guy with any speed and moderate skill. He has the ball and is trying to get around me, which he can’t. The cuts to my left, I turn and go with him. We are shoulder to shoulder battling for the ball. He has a bad touch on the ball (moderate skill) I take the ball, he comes after me and clips me from behind. I go down, he falls on top of me. I get up to get set for the free kick and realize something is wrong. I look down and my arm is bent the wrong direction. I turn and walk off the field. I go to the front desk and tell them to call 911, I just broke me arm.
As my friends have already reminded me, when you play lower divisions, that is when you get hurt!
Ciao for now!
And you’re still typing on your blog!!??II
Lani, sorry to hear that! Was the guy at least cute when he fell on top of you? And I’m sure you could’ve taken him and broken his arm in return, but he wouldn’t have been worth the effort.
In all seriousness, recuperate well, honey. — S.
Susan
January 23, 2008
Nope, not cute at all. To be honest, I’m more pissed at myself than anything. It wasn’t even my team, for cryin out loud. I should have just let him go around me and take a shot. He would have wanked it and now I’m the one not playing for two months.
This totally sucks. Thanks for the well wishes.
Lani
January 24, 2008