Fabioisonfire
total a-hole
Football, seven on seven camp.
I'm playing defense (I'm a cornerback. For football retards it's the guy that guards the receiver.) and I'm doing great in the semi-final. I think I had 4 knock-downs and a pick, and I was in man on their number one guy. He was bigger, faster, and stronger, but I was reading everything the quarterback was doing perfectly. I was just... on.
So anyway, fifteen seconds left in the half, their ball, at our 30 yard line. My guy runs a post route, I'm on his inside hip, a runningback then TRIPS me, I fall, and he STOMPS on my hand with his *censored.3.0*ing cleat.
I'm not sure if you understand what it feels like to have metal cleats dug into your hand by a 200-some pound runningback, but it hurts. Bad.
I scream in agony, the play is blown dead.
People come over to check on me (of course, no one saw what had happened), blood is gushing out of my hand, and I was taken to the hospital.
X-rays, this, that, I come out of there all bandaged up. They told me the bones on the top part of my hand (forgot the scientific name) were smashed and there really wasn't anything they could do about it, I just have to let it heal.
I took the bandage off, it was swollen as *censored.3.0*. It hurts like a mother *censored.3.0*er to play video games and I'm typing with my two index fingers.
I hate football.
I'm playing defense (I'm a cornerback. For football retards it's the guy that guards the receiver.) and I'm doing great in the semi-final. I think I had 4 knock-downs and a pick, and I was in man on their number one guy. He was bigger, faster, and stronger, but I was reading everything the quarterback was doing perfectly. I was just... on.
So anyway, fifteen seconds left in the half, their ball, at our 30 yard line. My guy runs a post route, I'm on his inside hip, a runningback then TRIPS me, I fall, and he STOMPS on my hand with his *censored.3.0*ing cleat.
I'm not sure if you understand what it feels like to have metal cleats dug into your hand by a 200-some pound runningback, but it hurts. Bad.
I scream in agony, the play is blown dead.
People come over to check on me (of course, no one saw what had happened), blood is gushing out of my hand, and I was taken to the hospital.
X-rays, this, that, I come out of there all bandaged up. They told me the bones on the top part of my hand (forgot the scientific name) were smashed and there really wasn't anything they could do about it, I just have to let it heal.
I took the bandage off, it was swollen as *censored.3.0*. It hurts like a mother *censored.3.0*er to play video games and I'm typing with my two index fingers.
I hate football.
