The Big Egg

Being here in New York for a limited amount of time, I have a people to do and things to see. I mean, ehhh, you get the picture. So, I set out this morning with an agenda. As soon as I was able to cross one thing off, I was side-tracked in a major way.

You see, as I stopped by my old school, chatted with some people, I noticed a group of guys playing basketball. I am a sucker for basketball. As is normal with me, I started watching for a little bit, only to notice that I knew these guys. They were, in fact, some of the people that I played ball with on Thursday nights. I miss Thursday basketball. I miss Wednesday basketball too. Never one to turn down a game, I ran to get my sneakers out of the car, and joined in the game.

I don't know if it was because I hadn't played in a while, but I seemed to have a little extra bounce in my step today. I got right into the thick of things. So thick, that driving into the lane, I took an elbow right to the forehead. The force of the elbow knocked my body to the side as I shot the ball. The good part is, before I had to close my eye to absorb the hit, I saw the ball go through the hoop.

Being in playing mode, pain is significantly less than what it may normally be. I shook it off with no problem, fending off apologies, and kept right on playing. I was confident that the feeling of my face sticking out ten feet was all in my head. It usually is. That is until the elbow thrower got a horrible look on his face, and starting reaching for my forehead. Then, I could feel the egg. Overtime, the egg bruised over and from what was described to me, spread up into my hairline, and now looks like this:

It does not hurt as bad as it looks. In fact, it only hurts when I push on it. I have no reason to push on it except to test and see if it still hurts. I just tested it: it stills hurts when I push on it. I got to stop doing that!