Show up at my hockey game tonight and we've got 4 skaters + goalie...my team is aptly named the OLD PUCKERS, and we are playing yet another very young team. Rest of team apparently unable to read the schedule (thanks guys!). Rather than forfeit, we decide to skate the entire game, undermanned, no subs, no rest. Would be happy that we actually won (still unable to comprehend that) if I did not take a considerable slapshot to my groin with 20 seconds left.
For those of you that have worn a cup, you understand that in some instances they help, but other times the hard plastic is simply driven inward, crushing those things within it's path. The latter applies here. And to have that happen when you are utterly physically spent, well, it's certainly memorable but difficult to describe.
Oh yeah, and an appellate court erased my client's $14M jury verdict for reasons not articulated.
Whining over, positive spin - issue 1 - the vasectomy the wife wanted me to get seems unnecessary; issue 2 - it ain't over 'til it's over.
Non Illegitimi Carborundum.
There, now I feel better. As you were. ;-) |
