During a hockey double header game on Sunday (which the Chiefs split 1-1, and which I scored one goal at) a hockey puck hit my pinky finger on my left hand. Below is what the doctor saw:
So, after 40 years, I finally can say that I broke a bone. I only wish that it was a bit more studly of a break. Going into work and saying “I have a break of my Distal Phalanges” is really not going to get me any macho points. Oh well….
