One afternoon in college, a teammate of mine showed up at practice with his arm in a sling. Coach delivered the news that he had slipped on an icy sidewalk. It would’ve made sense except that I already knew the real story, which involved no ice–perhaps save the cubes keeping his drinks cold on Saturday Night at the bar. A different teammate, at a different practice, was sidelined with “turf toe.” Again, this would’ve been plausible (I think? Can you get “turf toe” from playing basketball?) except that I watched him drunkenly kick a microwave down a flight of dorm stairs. (BREAKING: College kids do stupid things.) Well behind Coach’s back, we joked about his “microwave toe” injury.
With this background of experience, I sent Pat a short email a few days ago with a link from espn.com:
The possibilities for how O.J. seriously cut his hand in Europe are truly endless.
He sent a brief reply:
Hehe, I can only imagine. Story would’ve been better had the accident occurred in AMSTERDAM. Continue reading