Why Are Your Eyebrows Down?

Writer's block my ass!

It seemed that there was a major dearth of interesting things for me to write about. Or, to put it another way; interesting things that I failed to write about.

Let's see what we can do to remedy that, shall we....

As many of you know, I've changed my employ. And believe me, it is a little slice of deep fried awesome, as my dear friend The Help would say. More than that, I moved. I went and got my own little hovel. Thus far, I have rather enjoyed the solitary living. Though it is not without it's own cruel irony.You see, I moved downtown so that I would be within a hop, skip and a jump of all and sundry. And for the first.....week, it was marvelous.

And then disaster.

Attempting to turn a double into a triple (my apologies for those of you not in the know) I slid into third base safely. Having just driven in a pair of runs, I should have been wearing a sizable grin. Oh no. Not I. For you see, as I slid into third, my ankle became lodged between my large frame and the base. I was informed later that there was an audible pop heard from the dugout down the first base line.

And so my ankle is sprained in three different places. At least, that's the latest theory. Though it seems to be the correct one as after more than 2 weeks I am finally(!) able to hobble around at a pace that snails would mock.

The time on crutches has sucked. One fall (that hurt!) and a couple of close calls have made it a bit of an adventure. My friends and coworkers have been nothing short of amazing. Driving me to and from work as well as aiding me in any errands I had to run. One individual even went so far as to, without request, do my dishes. There was little I could have done to stop her. She'd have likely just pushed me over. Probably taken my wallet as punishment for questioning her will.

So thank you. All of you, who have made this unfortunate experience a little more tolerable. As I likely still have a lengthy recovery ahead, I may need a little more help. No more dishes though. I can manage those on my own.

Much to my lament, it seems my days on the field are numbered for this season. Though, it is a pleasure watching my team mates kick a little ass here and there. A 20-11 win today ran our record to 5-1. Go Sun Dogs!

So, for all unfortunate business that goes along with busting one's ankle, there is one perk that I am looking forward to more than even that day back in school when the janitor would toss all the balls back off the roof.

I am gonna get me one bad ass cane!