First I started falling on my hockey skates and the was the end of my 50-year hockey career.
Then I fell off my bike a couple of times and that was the end of cycling.
Then I started falling while walking.
My wife thinks I’m a drunk, I think I’ve taken too many pucks to the head as a goaltender in ice hockey, 4 years as a linebacker in North American football, the car crash and everything else.
Amy took me to the emergency this a.m. because she’s solid like that.
Three stitches in the ear, a couple in my forehead.
Yes, it fucking hurt.