And then I got hit.

Seem like a non-sequiter to you? It sure did to me. I'm not sure what happened before it, or even after it really, but I know I got hit. I think I was trying to block a guy who I later nicknamed The Thing. I think his knee got under my shin guard on my left leg and hit my bone. And I think I now have a bump on my leg so big that it actually looks like I have a second kneecap. I can at least be comforted by the fact that when this gigantic, throbbing mass breaks open, the spiders inside will rule the world with an iron fist. Because they're my spiders.

It's interesting, though; remember that episode of House last year where he had to go off the meds for a week and he got through by breaking his hand to trick his mind's "gating mechanism" for pain? That shit's very real. I was not back on the field two minutes (after 25 minutes of pulling a Peter Griffin on the sidelines), when The Thing stomped on my foot, damn near breaking my toe. And within moments, I could no longer feel the pain in my leg at all. It was really quite extraordinary. Then I took a ball to the exact fucking spot of the bump. The world flashed white and I very nearly passed out. And then I decided I was gonna stop getting in The Thing's way.

Anyways, home now. Knew this thing would make walking difficult, but I'm surprised to find typing so challenging. Regardless, behold behemoth:

I may continue to document My Son here, because I expect he'll be nifty colours by morning.