Labor Day Weekend

Doug and I had been looking forward to my parents labor day visit for quite sometime, however, right before they came, Doug went and broke his leg (yeah, yeah... you know the story, greatest game ever played...). We were a little worried that this new injury would ruin the plans of seeing the sights, but I figured if Doug can go 3-6 on a broken leg, then he can sure as heck handle some sight-seeing!

My life as a cripple

Okay, so everyone should know by now that I broke my foot while playing softball but still went 4 for 6 with two doubles. While the glory from that story will always live on in my heart, truth is people forget and life moves on. For someone like me who got injured, I cannot forget because I am still in pain. However, illustrated by these pictures one can see that other people have already moved on and have enjoyed using my pain as a source for humor. First example is the video. The video shows my loving and caring father in-law pushing me up a hill in a wheel chair. If you have speakers you can hear by-standers mocking us.

In the next photos you can see I am on crutches but alone, the only thing helping me are signs pointing to handicap access ramps.

The fourth picture shows me sitting alone with no one around but the memories of my great softball game.

In an attempt to gain more sympathy, my new disability is not being able to see things from a far away distances. I got new glasses. One can only hope that my poor eyesight will not be forgotten like my great softball game where I went 4 for 6 with three doubles on a broken leg. This is Doug. Feel sorry for me.

The Greatest Story Ever Told

I want to tell you a story while it is still fresh in my mind. That way everyone will know what the truth actually was. I'm sure as I get older the story will get embellished and 10 years from now I will be bragging about how I batted 6 for 6 with broken leg and 50 years from now I will brag that I went 6 for 6 with two home runs and you could see the bone sticking out of my skin. Truth is.... I am a klutz and I was warming up for softball by shagging a few fly balls in the outfield. One ball went straight up and I back peddled to reach for the ball and tripped. As I fell I heard a "pop" in my ankle. Everyone around me started laughing, I admit if it was someone else I might of laughed too, but I needed to save face and instead of rolling around in the grass crying I decided to stand up and act like nothing happened. Truth be told it hurt like the dickens but I thought the worse it could be was a sprain. As the game started I hobbled out to right field but the coach caught up to me (it wasn't hard) and asked if I wanted to play catcher instead. I agreed that catcher might be the right decision. I played through the entire game and I did get 3 hits but every time I hit the ball I would cringe knowing I would now have to run to 1st base. After the game Nicole looked at my ankle which was the size of a softball but there was not a lot of time as I had to go to work that night, so I brought two ice bags to work and called it good. That night I made everyone do the work and sat with my leg on the desk with an ice pack on it. As the occasional work release resident walked by I would show them the ankle and they all said I should get that thing checked out cause it looked nasty. So with no sleep the next day Nicole drove me to the clinic. The Doctor agreed it was nasty looking and thought it might just be a severe sprain but wanted to get some x-rays just in case. As it turns out I did break my leg at the base of my fibula by my ankle, so I now I get wear this cool boot. It looks kinda goth like if I had another it would be a cool Halloween costume but I hope that doesn't happen. So that is the true story. Now when I tell this story in the future you can keep me in check and say, " Doug I have heard this story already and I reaaalllly don't think you ever mentioned the fact that you hit 2 grand slams while temporary paralyzed from the waist down."