This did not happen to me or anyone on our team, but is funny.
So last weekend we had a double header. It was kind of intense and awesome. Not being one to chicken out when I am going to be getting my butt kicked for 90 minutes, I showed up. We won our first game by a good amount. Don't remember the amount, but it was good.
The second game, however, was a little more on the brutal side. We held our own as much as we could against a team that in no way belonged in the C league. We kept their score to double that of ours. I think the final was 8 to 4 or 6 to 3. Either way, we did a great job and every one ran their little hearts out.
You may wonder why I am commenting on last week's game. Well, my reasons are twofold. One, I am just that on top of things and I happened to be sitting on the couch checking my email and thought of it. Two, I did not play in this week's game. I got a nice whack in the ankle from a middle aged gentleman during our first game and I have not recovered enough to put on my shin guards.
This guy gave me a nice whack in the ankle, right on my ankle pad, but he got me so hard, and I probably got him so hard to, that I am still bruised and my broken blood vessels have not healed. Here is the gruesome proof of my wound.
I hope my team did well this week. I was thinking of them as I sat on the couch and tried to keep someone from squishing my ankle. Next week I plan to play and I hope there will be no more of this silly getting kicked in the ankle business.