I stubbed my right pinky finger at morning basketball, but only have myself to blame. It was an easy pass to me and I was lazy in catching it.
The photo doesn't do justice to the color; it's ugly. Maybe it's broken?
We visited Cole's soon-to-be middle school today and I was reminded of another playtime mishap. It happened when I was in middle school (of course, it was called "Junior High" back then). Some girls were playing a game where they took one of their saddle shoes almost off their foot, leaving toes still in the shoe. They were having a contest to see who could kick off their shoe the hardest at a wall, about 20 feet away. I could hear the loud whack as each black and white and shoe slammed into the wall. The wall had a ledge, and I climbed up on top of it. I surprised them by jumping to the ground between the high velocity saddleshoes and the wall. I took Mary Luth's right saddleshoe directly in the left eye, which survived despite this Darwinian pressure in favor of its extinction.
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