That Didn’t Hurt At All
Ever had a flying hockey puck bounce off your head? No? Then let me take you on an adventure. Just know I might stray off course.
I haven’t thought of this incident for years, but thanks to mon ami over at Promethean Times and his recent baseball post, the memory came rushing back and my mind went a-wandering.
The first stop on this cerebral journey was my mental pet-peeve bin. Sadly, this storage depot is jam-packed and will soon need a mate, which I can probably pick up at Wal-Mart.
I will only burden you with one pet peeve, but I warn you, it’s a heavyweight. And while I won’t get too political, as I’ve promised not to do on this blog, there is a teensy chance you might end up taking sides. That’s okay. Everything you say can and will be held against you.
Most of you know I’m currently plaguing Northeast Ohio with my presence. This lands me close to the Cleveland Indians, which is the area’s professional baseball team. The team name itself disturbs me, but I can live with that. What makes my skin crawl, however, is the logo.
Friends, enemies, weirdos who are still looking for Will Smith nude, allow me to introduce you to Chief Wahoo:
Chief Wahoo. In what world is this okay? (Image credit: sportslogo.net)
Yeah, you got that right. You’re not seeing things. This is the actual image displayed on T-shirts, hats, blankets, mugs, bumper stickers, big foamy fingers, and probably the obese bellies of many of my male neighbors. And. It. Drives. Me. Bonkers.
Am I American Indian? No. But I don’t think one need be Native American to find this hideous, debasing face offensive. I mean, really? Can they not find something better? In fact, if the team is dead set on a goofy looking face, they can use this one.
I initially posted a goofy photo of me, but then I wimped out and took it off. You'll have to settle for this guy from the Microsoft Clip Art file instead.
I’ll leave the ranting at that. I think you get where I’m coming from. Back in the over-stuffed storage bin Chief Wahoo goes.
Which takes us on the final leg of my thoughtful journey (yes, as is often the case, it was a short trip): Hockey. The leap from baseball to hockey was made because, as you also may remember, I originally hail from North Dakota, where anyone familiar with the state knows that the final line of the American national anthem is not “…and the home of the brave” but rather “…and the home of the SIOUX!” This is because the University of North Dakota is known for two things: its aviation program and its excellent hockey team. And yes, without reentering my mental pet-peeve bin, I realize that the Fighting Sioux is also a Native American name. Please don’t get me started again. I finally returned to a normal shade.
Of course, thinking of the Fighting Sioux transported me back even further, back to when I was a homely, permed-headed, fourteen-year-old girl. At least I didn’t have braces. No, I saved that pleasure for when I was thirty-three. Awesome.
What's worse? The braces or the orange lips? (Image from carefair.com)
As I, a pitiful lass in Target clothes and big-framed eyeglasses, innocently watched the Sioux on their way to hockey championship, spindly arms raised in victory with each passing goal, a hockey puck, freshly airborne from a slapshot and whizzing faster than a bullet train, crashed into my right frontal skull.
The crowd went silent.
I looked around in a dazed stupor. Who me?
Oddly, I wasn’t injured. A few inches laterally and I could have had a nice epidural bleed. But the most I suffered was hurt pride, as only a teenage girl torpedoed in the head with a hockey puck could.
No lasting damage, you ask? I’ll let you be the judge.
Cartoon hockey image from Microsoft Clip Art
117 Responses to “That Didn’t Hurt At All”
Definite ouch! …. going to the games, my wife refused to sit anywhere in what she called “the puck zone.” Fortunately, my fav seats weren’t there.
I don’t think I’d survive such a pounding now. But as a teen, I was too fearful of looking dumb to succumb.
Thanks for reading.
Plus your head was harder as a teen.
That too.
Yes, the use of Indian names for sports teams and mascots is objectionable. And not one team has changed its name to the best of my knowledge. and if you do have to attend a Cleveland Indians game, bring a glove.
Are you referring to a big foam glove with the horrible logo on it or the latex kind to protect my hands from the germs that lurk there? (Cue evil laugh…)
The University of North Dakota Fighting Sioux, to which I also referred, has been in an ongoing battle in terms of a name change. Not sure if the outcome has officially been decided. I certainly won’t shed a tear if they need to get rid of the name.
Thanks much for stopping by on a couple of my posts. I appreciate it!
No, I mean a baseball glove – to catch the ball if it’s coming at your head.
Duh! What can I say–it’s almost my bedtime. Brain cells not functioning. Then again, latex gloves might not be such a bad idea…
You’re going to wear latex gloves to bed? just kidding. Actually, I several times took my baseball glove to bed with me when I was a kid….
You’re right–I better go latex-free. Don’t want to get an allergic reaction…
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Yup, Chief W. is really out there. Scary. They could use some nice totem or some cute Indian girl… well, anything but this. But, what can you do, it is what it is. Still, love your rant about it
And, this is our second similarity (first is game of Magic), because I was training hockey for years, and when I retired from action, I was training kids in-line hockey (on rollerblades) for 5 years. But, as life always gives us new challenges, nowadays I’m out of it, but hockey will always be number one sport in my heart.
Until my next visit, all the best to your boys and you.
A totem pole for a logo–now I like that! At least it has a little more dignity to it. That’s interesting you played hockey–ice hockey is a very exciting sport. And at times brutal. Hopefully you survived with no injuries (and no hockey pucks to the head!)
As always, Vladimir, thanks so much for stopping by. To have people from other countries reading my words is pretty awesome.
My husband can tell you ( and will with no prompting at all ) of the time he went to a hockey game ( Canadian cousins) and will assure you it was one of the most frightening moments of his life. When first told this story I though he might have been playing, and was very impressed, but I soon learned he was only in the crowd. How can this be, I wondered? Now, reading your memory, I understand. It’s like rugby only on ice. Scary.
Yes, any trip to a hockey game should prompt checking one’s tickets closely and making sure one’s seat is behind the plexiglass. Mine, sadly, was not. Very scary indeed…
Funny how those memories just seem to surface with little provocation, don’t they? Glad you didn’t get seriously hurt by that puck, but as soon as I read the first line of your post, I immediately thought of my own little accident: Try a soccer ball to a face full of braces, a suspected cracked molar, and being forced to eat nothing but baby food.
Hmm… maybe I’ll do a blog post on it one day.
Oh, now that’s nasty. Ouch! That most definitely merits a blog post. Or at least a trophy of some kind.
Thanks for dropping by!
Oh wow! OUCH! Are you superwoman? :p or iron woman? come on! out with it!
Just thick-headed woman, I think. Certainly wasn’t my finest moment…
Thanks for dropping by!
I got whacked in the head by a paddle ball paddle during 6th-grade PE. Also no bleeding, but it certainly was a shock. I wish I could have seen the whole thing from afar. Must have been pretty funny….
Here’s to us hard-headed, tough girls!
My husband would definitely agree with the hard-headed label.
Isn’t it sad how mishaps are funny? Any episode of “America’s Funniest Home Videos” demonstrates that. I’m sure people talked about the girl who got hit by the puck after the game. At least there weren’t Jumbotrons back then, or else my head-meets-puck moment would have been replayed for all to see…
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Great post so glad you survived that puck, but I wonder will you survive staring at those yellow teeth and orange lips?
I was deeply moved as a young girl by Native American wisdom, particularly Black Elk and the book Black Elk Speaks. It moved me to hear the words and I wish I had the text to quote it perfectly, but the gist was, if you eat an animal, you must treat it with respect and use every part of that animal, nothing should be wasted, spurred, if you can’t do that, then do not touch the animal as it is as sacred as you. Powerful words…I have to go search for the original.
I have always enjoyed reading about Native American culture. I went to a Pow Wow this fall for some research, and it was fascinating. Unfortunately, life on reservations can be challenging, what with the poverty rates, alcoholism, and domestic violence.
Thanks so much for stopping by. I’ve been wondering how your TV-free experiment has been going.
Awww..glad you were not seriously hurt!
Thank you. And thanks so much for stopping by my site. Always nice to see a new face!
Put your picture back! It was fun and cute.
Thanks, but I wimped out. I started to imagine that image available to anyone on the Internet, and I got a little nervous. I’ve been stingy about putting any pictures of me or my family on my blog. Guess I’m not ready for the goofy yet!
Thanks for dropping by!
great photo — so cute.
Ahh, you must have originally read the post from your email, because I’ve since taken it down.
Not a fan of Chief Wahoo, and I do support getting rid of offensive names and logos and mascots for the most part.
However, the University of North Carolina at Pembroke is based in a city (Pembroke, NC — home of the Lumbee Indian Tribe) which is almost exclusively Native American. Their mascot is the “Brave.” This was voted on by the student body of the school. The school’s position is, if this is not offensive to us and our student body, why should we get rid of it?
I don’t really have an answer for any of it, but I agree with UNC-P. It’s what they’ve chosen. They like it. They’re proud of it. Leave it alone.
Of course, their logo is a handsome young Indian brave. Maybe that’s why I don’t find it offensive. I guess I’m just saying that maybe some of these kinds of expressions are okay. Sandy
As long as they want it and are okay with it, that’s one thing. But as you point out, having a logo of a handsome Indian brave is much different from a silly name and face like Chief Wahoo. Unfortunately, there are not many Native Americans around where I live to speak out against it, and thus that hideous mug remains.
Thanks so much for dropping by and voicing your opinion. I appreciate it!
this is awesome, but honestly i’ve come to expect that from you. i love the way you go from one thing to another to another. it’s like being in your brain and it’s such a fun ride. i don’t know how in the hell i feel about the indian thing. i say, if they don’t like it, we should can it. i just feel like we’ve done so much shit to the indians at this point, would changing the name of a hockey team even matter? when their reservations are some of the poorest and alcohol-flooded places in america? ay yay yay. i have a headache. better go back to thinking about something more soothing like the middle east problem. and i can’t believe you got hit with a hockey puck and lived to tell the tale. i went and watched the ducks out here. it was superfun. oxo, mother
I think you do some pretty good cerebral migration yourself, missy.
I’m with you–if Native Americans are offended by these names, then we should get rid of them. Just because the group represents a relatively silent minority doesn’t give us the right to carry on with offensive material.
Thanks for stopping by, sweet lady. I know how busy you are.
never too busy to check in on your writing stylings. xo, sm
When I was in the 6th grade playing baseball I ran towards a fly ball hitting another 6th grade girl in the head . It was tramatic for both of us, she passed out and they had to call an ambulance. I stood there alone. Oh the trama. That was not a good year. Oh sorry this was about you not about me….where were we? Concussion girls, hard headed. Glad you survived.
I think it was those tough Midwestern genes that pulled me through…
My son recently did the head collision thing with another boy during recess. He suffered a concussion, though no ambulance was needed. Good thing those pediatric craniums are tough.
Good thing I did go to the doctor and he said I had a concussion. A starange medical side note I suffered a case of Shingles right after that. It’s amazing what kids can go through glad your sons OK.
Thanks!
Yikes! Even if there was no long term damage, it must have hurt like hell! The rest of your post, however, had me in stitches. And thanks for redirecting us back to the nude Will Smith thing. I had forgotten about that.
Every time I check my stats (which is becoming less frequent by the way–guess the novelty has worn off…), “Will Smith naked” is one of the dang search words. That’s what I get for posting a shirtless photo of him I guess. But I also posted a shirtless Hugh Jackman but have heard nothing from his fans. Sorry, Hugh.
Glad I could make you laugh. Thanks for stopping by. And don’t worry, the dent in my head is hardly noticeable…
You can do a gravatar of you smiling with orange lipstick. BRIGHT orange lipstick.
Pink.
It is a rare day when lipstick even finds a home on my face, so I think wearing orange lipstick would fall into the “never going to happen in my lifetime camp.” And I never where orange clothes either. One time I wore an orange shirt to work, and someone asked me if I was sick–said my color didn’t look right. Thus, no more orange clothing…
HAHAH… That’s too funny. HAHAH.. yeah, you don’t need make-up. Think “What Makes You Beautiful” by One Direction from your hubby to you as well, the song is between two romantics rather than friend to friend.
Thank you for lighting up my world with your smile!
Pink.
The puck must have hit the hugging section of brain and damaged it. To keep your blog fair n balanced as far as college logos they should either keeep them all or get rid of all them.Dont understand how florida st is ok but sioux not. I will agree with indians logo n washington redskins being out of date. I will substitute your christmas sioux sweatshirts with Romney sweatshirts.
Well, now, that last sentence is fightin’ words, but since you’re one of the few family members who actually reads my blog, I’ll forgive you. But yeah, don’t expect any hugs. Neurosurgery or not, that part of my brain will never be resurrected (except for my baby boys, of course).
Personally, I wish they’d get rid of all Native American logos. Just because the group is a silent minority doesn’t mean we shouldn’t respect their wishes and get rid of the racist things.
Thanks for taking the time to read my rant and for commenting. But please ixnay on the Romney sweatshirts…
I can’t believe you survive that hockey puck without major head trauma. You sure are thick headed!
As for the Indian logo, yep, it’s pretty bad. We had a controversy here a few years ago with our local university using an Indian Chief as their mascot. Some Native American tribe complained it was stereotypical and wanted it completely changed. I’m not sure how it was resolved. It seems a lot of these old-time mascots can cause quite a lot of mayhem today.
I think my husband would agree with you on the thick-headed thing…
Personally, I think if the local Native American community finds a logo offensive and wants it changed, then it should be changed. Unfortunately, they are often a small minority, and it is difficult for their voices to be heard.
Thanks for dropping by!
I agree that that mascot is offensive. I’m also shocked at how sturdy your head is! Wowzers. One time this jerk in high school thought it would be funny to slam my friend’s and my head together–as a joke. I got a mild concussion and my brain was rattled for weeks before the dizziness and headaches went away.
Wow, what a nice guy. I think you need to make him an evil antagonist in one of your books…
Carrie, his name was, I kid you not, Damian. It just seems so cliched and disappointing. In person and on paper.
Ha! That is too funny! That poor name certainly got a bad rap after the book and movies. I kind of like it but was obviously smart enough not to saddle one of my children with it.
Oh my! That HAD to hurt. I was wanting to go watch a hockey game here, but now I’m totally scared. I’m old and would never recover!
Just make sure you sit behind the plexiglass. Had I had a better seat, it wouldn’t have happened. But then again, neither would my blog post!
Oh, they have plexiglass. Good. I will definitely make sure I get behind that!
At school sports day when I was in the Junior school, there was an event for throwing the cricket ball.
They had omitted to tell me that I was the target….
This may be why I am now a cricket fanatic, glued to the radio for five days while England play the remnants of the Empire…
Ha ha! Oh, I hope you are kidding. It appears many of us have taken a hit or two in the past. Rite of childhood I guess.
Thanks so much for dropping by!
Down here in the South, I am one of many 1/8 Cherokee types. We all claim it, and my mom, truthfully, is more than a little peeved about the treatment of Native Americans, both historically and currently. (Only if you saw the creepy photo of my great-great grandmother, would you believe I had any Native American blood. I think I got all the white, fish-belly skin Western European ancestors had to offer.)
And sorry about the hockey puck. I’m terrified of flying sports objects. The last time we went to a hockey game, we were up in the nosebleed section. And I was totally fine with it.
I have great respect for Native Americans–maybe because I grew up near reservations and went to school and worked with them. They continue to face a lot of hardships. I enjoy reading about their culture, and I recently went to a Pow Wow as research for my current WIP. And yes, it is a shame not to inherit some of that lovely skin pigment. I, too, tend towards the pasty side.
Wow! Memories are made of this. Cute hat.
Thanks. It’s a good way to hide that dent in my head…
You were extremely lucky. A number of people have been killed in such accidents. The worst I took was a softball to the head from a second baseman once. I was at shortstop, and he was trying to reach the third baseman. Errant throw—I think? Looking back on it now, maybe he didn’t like me….!
Being from Illinois, I’m all too familar with the Fighting Illini and the hubbub they’ve generated over the years. You can’t make some people understand that if the people they want to “honor” are insulted or hurt by the actions, then it isn’t an “honor.”
You’re right. Some folks just don’t get it. And part of the problem is that the Native American population is a small minority, which makes it harder for them to be heard. And I’m not trying to get on a high horse or sound all know-it-allish–I just honestly don’t understand how people can’t find that image offensive.
About the hockey puck, I look back now and realize how very lucky I was. And getting hit with a baseball can be deadly, too. There’s a condition called commotio cordis, where if the baseball hits the precordium, one’s heart can stop. See? Now you won’t walk away without new knowledge.
I always learn new things on your blog! Some might be better left unknown (placental uses…. eww!), but hiding behind your humor and fun touch is usually some education!
Usually being the key word.
Oh I love this. Mine was only a soccer ball at a high school game, but I too was in my awkward teenage prime. I feel ya.
Well, I kind of got the impression from your website that you prefer bigger balls. Now I have my proof.
hahaha you crack me up
I’m okay with the team avatar. It’s not much more of a caricature than popeye is for a white irishman (or whatever he is), and nobody seems concerned about him. hehe
It’s a little unfair to mock us with the challenge of saying whether the puck/face made a difference, given that we can’t see past your bangs. For all we know you’re all misshapen and creepy above the eyebrow, which would influence our…
nevermind. It’s not as funny on paper as it was in my head. hahaha
Please burn the orange lipstick.
Actually, it was pretty funny. Gave me a laugh-out-loud, anyway, because yes, I could be all misshapen and creepy above the eyebrow. And wrinkly. That’s why I’ll never get rid of the bangs. Even if I do look like Moe of the Three Stooges when I accidentally cut them too short…
As for the white Irishman, I think he’s doing just fine. Just ask Liam Neeson or Colin Firth the next time you see one of them. In Saudi Arabia…
Please don’t remind me that I’ve seen a grand total of 4 attractive men in the 4 years I’ve been here. Waaaaahaaahaahaaugh! You should see me in the airports when I travel. “Oh, man he’s hot. and so’s he! and him too!! Why’s everybody so attractive?!?! Am I having a stroke? Holy shit I’m having a stroke. They can’t all be this attractive.” Then I come back here and it’s like a flat line on a brain machine.
Ha ha! You crack me up. But I bet you’ve seen more facial, arm, and maybe even chest and back hair than you care to.
This is true. And what you should know about that is that I only treat women.
ahem.
I’m starting to think that we have been hit with the same lucky-in-life stick. I will stay very far away from the puck now. My dentist told me I might need braces or a retainer again because he needs to place the permanent crown (that I still do not have btw) sticking out a bit to match my other one. I lost my retainers
Oh, how fun for you! What flavor of paste will you choose when they put that god-awful blob of mush in your mouth to take your impressions? That’s always a pleasure. A means of slow torture by sadistic dentists, I think…
Did you get to keep the puck?
No, can you believe it?! I don’t know what happened to it. I was too busy trying to convince everyone I was okay. Foolish girl–someone probably ran off with my well-earned puck!
I got hit with a puck once at a Toronto Maple Leafs game in the 90s. Nearly broke my finger and I didn’t get it either. A young kid picked it up and I thought aw, well… he’s just a kid…I guess he can keep it…but here I am nearly 20 years later, still remembering that fact!
Well, thank goodness you can still type. Someone needs to keep writing that lovely < 50-word prose!
Carrie, you touched on a real sore subject for me and that is the treatment of the Native American. Their story of contact with we Europeans, is the greatest story of tragedy ever told and their pain continues. The logo is ridiculous, but it is small potatoes compared to the larger picture of suffering they still endure at our hands.
Well, off my soapbox. I appreciated your post very much and your concern for how Native Americans are portrayed. (Sorry about the puck to your head. I have played every sport known to man and have been hit by every kind of ball and implement. I think I’m okay, but my wife might give a different answer.) HF
I couldn’t agree with you more. Maybe it’s because I grew up near reservations and worked and went to school with Native Americans. I find the culture fascinating, and in fact, weave it into the novel I’m currently writing (or not writing as is often the case…). And sadly, their pain does continue–within cycles that are very difficult to break.
As an earlier commenter said, maybe these head injuries have made us who we are today…
This post inspired so many thoughts:
First of all, thank you for the mention. Although your blog no doubt attracts a higher quality of reader, perhaps I’ll siphon off some of the dregs!
I’ve never been to Cleveland, although I have seen the Cleveland Indians play, and I’ve been to Toledo, so in a very real way, I feel like I know Cleveland as well as a life-long native.
Your brain damage may have made you the person you are today. Think of it as a gift!
I got my braces at 11. You’d think that would be better than 33, but let me ask you this: how many times did you have to pick your lips out of your braces because you got into a fight? If it’s less than three, you’re better off than I was.
Never post an open-mouthed photo on the internet. There are a lot of creepy jerks out there. Observe: http://prometheantimes.com/2012/01/24/a-hole-new-way-to-look-at-rachael-ray/
Another great post!
A comment as all over the place as my blog post. Excellent! I guess it was that head-bus collision boo boo in your youth? Or maybe all of those fights you got into. And I guess I’ll take sitting in the orthodontist’s office as an adult surrounded by metal-mouthed teenagers to picking my lips out of my braces any day.
And yes, it appears you have experienced all there is of Ohio. Well, maybe after you’ve seen the gorilla family at the Columbus Zoo eating each others feces, that is. (Was an experience I’ll never forget, head injury or not.)
Lastly, I am now concerned about using that photo. I debated whether to do so or not, and then I decided, eh, what the heck. In fact, I guess I still feel that way. If bloggers don’t have anything better to do than post images of open-mouthed Rachael Ray then so be it…(oh, wait, was that you?…)
Does wiffle ball to the mouth count? BTW that little plastic sucker did hurt. The upside is that I had Lisa Rinna lips for a couple of days…well, on one side. The most embarrassing part is that I HAD that fly ball, but I misjudged the diameter of the little sphere and parted my hands just a little too much. It sailed right through the hole I made for it!
Glad you had no seriously injury from the puck; I’d miss this Carrie.
Ahh, shucks, that’s sweet of you to say (if we were face-to-face, I couldn’t make eye contact with you after those nice words–such is the life of an introvert…)
As for the one-sided Lisa Rinna lips? Maybe you should have bucked up, asked for another wiffle ball blow to the other side of your mouth, and then taken a beautiful full-lipped photo for posterity. It wouldn’t be the first time women have traded pain for beauty.
Thanks for a good chuckle!
Wow. You are lucky you didn’t have a serious concussion. Those pucks are moving at a high speed. Fun rant. Loved it.
Who knows, I probably did but didn’t know it. I don’t ever remember going to the doctor except once when I was really sick with pneumonia. Times were different then, I guess.
Thanks for dropping by. Always a pleasure to have you here.
Crubin,
There are so many things I like about your post.
1. You as a hipster.
2. You as a hipster.
3. I once visited Cleveland and loved it. Seriously. Completely loved it, in spite of that ridiculous logo. But anyway, who watches baseball when you could be watching the Montreal Canadiens, even if they suck hairy smelly asses lately.
Le Clown
Hipster? Absolutely. Those rich, pretty, sophisticated girls had nothing on me. Bet they were dying for my flood pants and bug-eyed glasses.
And yeah, Cleveland’s not so bad. After all, it’s the home of the Melt Bar and Grilled where you can take the 5-pound grilled-cheese Melt Challenge. So much cheese it oozes out of your pores. And then afterwards, when you go to the Rock and Roll Hall of Fame, you can see how tiny Mick Jagger’s pants are and wish you’d never eaten it…
BTW, whenever I get a chance, I’m going to put your Alan Dork or Smith or whatever award it is on my blog.
Crubin,
Had a great time at the R&Roll Hall of Fame. My father-in-law’s girlfriend owns a chain of, euh… adult toys chain in Ohio called Ambiance. Mention Le Clown and you’ll get a 5% discount on…
Le Clown
Now how do you refuse an offer like that?…
Oh Carrie! Such a fun and mixed-up post today!
And what about the Chicago Blackhawks? Are their jerseys still offensive?
I have not been hit by a hockey puck, but was once whacked on the head with a baseball bat. Whenever someone questions my intellect, I blame that incident!
Use that photo for your gravatar; it’s great!
I just googled the Blackhawks logo. Yeah, that’s another one that would get me steamed, although it’s maybe not quite as debasing as Chief Wahoo. Maybe it’s because I grew up not far from Indian reservations. I don’t know, but I just can’t understand how others don’t see it!
A baseball bat to the head? Boy, based on some of these comments, we could start a common blog theme event: “horrible head injuries I survived as a child and still okay turned out”…
A hockey puck hit you in the head and you weren’t hurt? I’m hoping that this wasn’t followed with cries of “that girl has a head like a rock” and other such niceties. Ice Hockey is about the only sport over here that I actually like watching (I’m not sure if UFC counts), and “my team” the ducks originated from a Disney film. I have to wonder about this place sometimes.
You reminded me of a girl I knew at school, She was walking in her local park happened to look up, and a golf ball landed in her eye. There were two idiots practising golf in the park and got a rather accurate, if not unfortunate for her, hole in one. I don’t believe she lost sight in the eye (fortunately) although she did get what fellow school kids termed “David Bowie eye”, i.e. it changed colour.
Oh, my. Thankfully, no David Bowie eye for me.
When I look back on it now, I can’t believe I wasn’t more severely injured. I do remember having pain and a big goose egg at the site. For all I know, I probably had a small skull fracture. I never sought treatment, and, well, so what if I severed a few neuronal pathways. I’m functioning now fine just…
It’s a bit like fiction idea. Turn your head that little bit more and life could have been a whole lot different. Good job you weren’t hurt more
This is the best!!
Thanks. So is your new Gravatar. You really are the new Madonna, aren’t you? Such a reinventor…
Well, it’s sort of a long story. I will write you when I get a chance.
Lots of lacrosse balls, no hockey pucks. What was the question? Banana Slugs should also be offended – UC Santa Cruz has no right..do you hear a ringing sound?
They didn’t have that fancy lacrosse stuff where I went to school…
I admit, I had to look up the Banana Slug mascot. He’s pretty cute. I think I can live with that one.
Thanks for dropping by and commenting. I appreciate it. And no, no residual ringing in my ear. Just the occasional voice of Wayne Gretsky…(and no, he didn’t play for the Sioux, but it’s the only professional hockey name I know.)
You owe it to yourself to learn more pro hockey names, there are some great ones, including Gireaux, Lemieux, and LePew. (okay, you got me, the last one is a skunk)
Well, he should go nicely with my home state then. Plenty of bad smells there. Such as those of a sugar beet refinery…
mmm…beets.
perhaps you have heard of him yes? He goes by Pepe…Pepe LePew….now…let us play games…
But what I want to know is … what’s wrong with Target clothes?
But seriously … OUCH!
Actually, Target is by far my favorite store, and I still by some clothing there. But when you are a teenager, and everyone else is sporting their new Gloria Vanderbilt or Jordache jeans, well, I think you get the picture…
I was so stunned and embarrassed when it happened, that I don’t even remember the pain that much. I do remember, however, many concerned sports fans around me making sure I was okay. After all that, you think I would’ve gone home with the puck. Not sure what even happened to it!
I’ve been hit in the face with a tennis ball. Not a hockey puck, but still. =p
Ouch. And I’m sure no one who witnessed it laughed, did they?…
Of course it was well-witnessed and completely ridiculed!
=)
I’m beginning to understand the origin of the candy shivs…
Great humorous post as always Chickadee!
Thanks, Sheila!
As the owner of an elite fantasy baseball franchise, I am more offended by the Indians lack of good players than their logo.
I imagine you are not the only one…
Thanks for stopping by!