Enrique and "The Butter"

Saturday, January 07, 2006:

Owww....my tailbone...
I don't know why I subject myself to continuing to play sports that I have no skill at, but I decided to join a broomball leauge. For those of you not familiar, it's basically like hockey, except you have "brooms" as your stick, and instead of ice skates, you wear these rubber, moon-like shoes. And there is no puck (thank god!), it's acutually a squishy little ball. Me being the klutz I am, I wore a hockey helmet because, dear readers, I know myself too well. So I get out on the ice, having never played this before, and start whipping my broom around like a mad woman. Imagine me running around on ice in these crazy moon shoes with a freakin' broom in my hand. Next thing I know, I am laying flat on the ice, and in horrible pain as I landed square on my tail-bone. Nice work, Heath! First game, and I'm already injured.
The worst part about is that I called my parents before the game to tell them what I was about to be doing today, and after I call to re-cap the game and tell them of my injury, my father starts laughing hysterically. Turns out, my parents assumed I would have some sort of injury, and were just waiting for me to call...honestly! They know me too well.

For those who are wondering, "Muffcat" is doing quite well.

Heather // 3:46 PM
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