Wounded

I feel like a wounded puppy.

First I bang up my knee giving blow jobs in the gravel to my softball team. Then, I pull my hammy playing softball. AND THEN, I bruise the FUCK out of my hand playing softball. Anyone figure out the common denominator here?

I'm a Klutz

(Did someone say SOFTBALL?!?! Hell no!)

Oh, and I wasn't actually giving blow jobs to the softball team. But I digress...

Once upon a time, not too long ago...I used to be the unbreakable one. I wouldn't go down unless I was completely obliterated (sp? hey spell check says that's right! SWEET!) by a soccer injury. Girls were going down like flies around me with serious injuries like muscle tears, sprains, and broken bones. I don't want to say I was laughing... but yeah, maybe I was.

Then it happened.

ACL Tear.

And my world changed as I knew it. This my friends, happened almost 8 years ago. I can't even name the amount of injuries I have had since then. But I have figured it out... It all came to me...

FEAR.

Once you seriously hurt yourself... you are never the same. This is why highly paid professional athletes sometime never come back. I mean, sure they get their surgery the next day when I had to wait two years...not bitter, I swear... but the fear of hurting yourself that way again puts almost a stutter in your further development.

Took me 8 years to figure that out.

Go figure.

Fucking FEAR. DIE FEAR.

(Softball is not the common denominator DAMN IT!)