Of course I know. Everybody knows.
Until they're over, and I mean take-it-to-the-bank, the-one-guarded-by-a-hundred-clones-of-Andre-the-Giant over, you never discuss no-hitters, great first dates, or miraculous recoveries from long-term injuries.
As soon as you do, it happens. Without fail. A bloop double and a home run, eight pet cats and a still-best-friend-ex, or a painful, stop-everything flare-up.
While I lie back down on my couch, and desperately try to figure out who I can possibly blame other than myself, I am at least consoled by one thing. After having watched this video at least 50 times already, should I ever have another chance in the pool, I will be the best flip-turner around.
Other than any members of the JCC Tidal Waves Swim Club.
And those stupid high school girls.
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I'm very sorry. I hope you get better again soon. And then don't tell us about it.
A few more years and I can (legally) put you out of your misery.
I am sorry to hear about this recent, and very unfortunate, setback :( You should just ask for a new back. You can do that. Right?
Darn. That sucks, Joe Dude.
Nooooo! I'm holding out hope that it's just a temporary set-back - you know, to test your moxy. You'll be back in that pool and flip-turning any day now.
I think a perfectly logical response to this back set-back would be to burn down dr. best friend's house...either that, or stick oreo's all over it when he's away...but that's kinda a waste of oreos...better use the off-brand kind...
I think a perfectly logical response to this back set-back would be to burn down dr. best friend's house...either that, or stick oreo's all over it when he's away...but that's kinda a waste of oreos...better use the off-brand kind...
These high school girls seem to be following you. Are they the Rabbi's daughters/nieces?
you've got some competition in regard to the guy's hair vs. your beard.
If it is any consolation at all, you are not alone in moving back to your parents’ house after a debilitating makes-you-want-to-grow-a-beard injury (in my case, it manifested itself as makes-you-want-to-get-tattoos injury, but that’s another story). Early this year I shattered my ankle and foot rock climbing (or rock falling as the case may be). I had to move home because I wasn’t expected to walk for a long time. I am slowly on the mend and you will be too. Hang in there.
p.s. As my forced sedentary lifestyle allows me to spend more than healthy amounts of time on the internet, I have stumbled across your blog, and I thoroughly enjoy it.
Sari - Thank you. I will. And I won't.
Molly - Maybe you're unfamiliar with the jurisprudence of one Jack Kevorkian.
Roscoe Jenkins - If I can, I will.
sami - Agreed.
KBS - Hah. I'm going to flip turn it into a whirlpool.
Anonymous - Dr. Best Friend is not to blame. Plus he's my best friend.
absofsteel - No. At least I don't think so. They're local swimmers/hotshots.
Anonymous - I'd like to be friends with that guy.
Anonymous - That actually was quite consoling. And I've actually drawn a potential tattoo myself (but for when I get better (and much to my mother's consternation)). Thanks. Truly. And get well soon.
"put you out of your misery" might have been the wrong phrase. I have no intentions of Conrad Murray-ing you.
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