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Sports injuries suck, but they heal.
Sadly, with age, they sort of un-heal.
You’ve seen the “un-healed” - that group of fun old guys that limp around with bad knees because they used to do squats with bison on their back during their football days.
Is it too soon to look like one of those guys?
I rarely missed a game during my hockey playing days (supply your own “’cause you never went in a corner” joke). I Ironman’d it (never missed a game due to injury) for all three years of junior, all four years of college, and my first year + of pro.
*(The one college game I missed was A HEALTHY SCRATCH my junior year. But I’m not bitter.)
In order to accomplish this feat, I played on percaset, cortisone or adrenaline on multiple occasions. Nothing says recovery like re-injuring stuff you can’t feel.
So, here I am. The last professional game I played was on my 26th birthday, almost nine months ago.
I’m not gonna rattle off my list of ailments, cause I’m still a young buck, so “shut up and stop complaining” right – I can understand that. The list shouldn’t be this long. But, as a reminder of the beatings I took, my front tooth (already 3/4 fake) chipped on a chip tonight (…is that irony? Alanis Morissette messed up my ability to tell).
Perfect timing to enter the American health/dental world. Anyone know a good dentist in Phoenix?
Also, this is my first year as a hockey fan, and I won’t be living in Canada. Obviously, this means I won’t be getting the CBC, TSN, SportsNet, or Headline Sports, all of which come with every basic cable package in Canada, and the last three run hockey highlights roughly 40 minutes out of every hour. Seriously.
So how do I stay in touch? The Center Ice package? Pirated cable? Move back to Canada? Sign up to play for the Coyotes? (I assume that’s how it’s going to work there this year, isn’t it? On a volunteer basis?)
All I know is, I’m too excited for this years NFL season to be mad at ESPN’s coverage right now. Show me all the clips of Brett Favre punting Packer nation in it’s cheeseballs that you can dig up, I’m fully entertained.
I’d say the Pack are up there in my top couple teams to root for, but this is just too fun to follow, because you know some die-hard Favre-tattooed cheese-doodle-eating Wisconsin-ite has contemplated killing either himself or Brett in the past few days.
Watching Favre right now is like excusing your crazy Grandmothers rantings at the Thanksgiving table because “she doesn’t know what she’s saying”. He’s that far gone for doing this. He needs to be medicated.
I’m almost loving the NFL drama enough to chose NFL Sunday Ticket over a whole tooth tomorrow. But only almost.