ow, goddammit
February 14, 2007
I am never taking Shalon to Sports Authority ever again. Ever. While it seemed like a good idea for the two of us to go out and have lunch and then go aimlessly shopping, it was not. Don’t do it. I decided that we’d go to Sports Authority so I could buy a balance board (ended up buying this one online instead). We wandered around a little, then ended up in the team sports area. Somewhere back there was a bin full of gear for frisbee golf. Please note that in no way are these frisbees really meant to be caught. They’re SOLID and vicious. I hear my name and I turn around. One of them is winging toward me. Unlike George Michael Bluth, I don’t duck when things are thrown at me, I attempt to catch them. Mistake number one. The frisbee hit me where my middle finger joins the palm of my hand.
This is a tender spot. The bruise started to form immediately. At least she had the courtesy to say “aww” before she started laughing. It’s actually worse than the photo might indicate, but I’m not in the mood to take another photo.
So this was my Valentine’s gift from Shalon. If this is what kind of “romantic” gift one gets for having The Third Kind of love, then I’m not so sure I want it anymore. Luckily it wasn’t my only gift. Bryan gave me awesome stuff last night, and I bought myself a Gap PRODUCT Redâ„¢ Hamme(red) shirt.
You make me sound so insensitive. I actually let you throw it back at me, but I also had the good sense to get out of the way. As consolation, it did do more damage to that display that you winged it at then it did to you. I never knew disc golf could be so violent.
Disc golf is one of the world’s most deadliest sports.
yep