And the hits keep coming
House on Red Corner · 2008-04-03
So, just to make certain that I have a lingering sense of humiliation, I twisted my ankle yesterday. The actual twisting wasn’t really the humiliating bit, it was where I was at and what I was doing. I was at the neighborhood play gym with TheBubster and her peer group. I was doing terribly slow touchline tricks with a ball that was mostly deflated, when I ended up stepping on the ball. I would have fallen forward and caught myself with my hands, but directly in front of me was a little pipsqueak of a toddler who would have been crushed. She was who I was doing the tricks for and keeping the ball away from, she wa greatly amused by my discomfort.
I wanted to throw up from the pain. Then TheBubster helped me out and peed in her pants, handy excuse to leave the gym, go home and sit on the couch for the rest of the day. I did get to watch the Arsenal v Liverpool Champion’s League match on the telly yesterday, so things were not a total train wreck.
Tags: foolish, football, humiliation, pain