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March 9, 2002
gusher
Nose already bloody from a previous slam, this Woofer's comin' at me cuz I'm goin' for the ball. In slo-mo I see his Dick Tracy jawline comin' at my head, then crunch, I know it's not gonna be pretty. Chins can be sharp, even when closed (see May injury, 10 stiches to chin from the other Jim on the team).
Then I'm on my hands and knees, wondering when my chi will stop flowing all over my hands. It felt like they were under the tap, left on lukewarm. I get up, and everyone wants to see it, but all I can say is "Get me some gauze".
I get trucked away to Three Stooges Hospital in Richmond with broken collarbone Brian. I'm under the tender care of the love child of Mike Tyson and Stephen Hawking. Dude's gotta learn some grace with the suture technique. Excuse me...I have a modeling career to consider! Found out you get an eyelid tuck for every four stiches to the face, so I'm set for another ten years.
Said Woofer's in the emergency room too, two stiches to my eight. Heh heh. Momma raised a hard-headed boy. My jersey and tee look like they were at a tie-dye party. I hope somebody crass took some pictures.
Aww shit...the black eye's either gonna gain butch points with the brunch date tomorrow morning, or he'll say 'eww!'.
Posted by jimbo at March 9, 2002 11:08 PM
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But did you guys win?
Posted by: Mark at March 10, 2002 7:42 AM
Let's not talk about that part of the match, OK?
>; )
Posted by: jimbo at March 10, 2002 9:43 AM