How Kenny hurt me
Today’s the first full day of my vacation. Today my neck hurts. I’ll start from the beginning.
Sometimes I get rolling in something with good fortune, like good health or good circumstances, and feel like I’m invincible, which of course I’m not, unless of course we’re talking about Super Mario Bros. on the original Nintendo Entertainment System. But two days ago, I had just finished my weekday bout of basketball at the YMCA, and decided to walk around the track a few times. As I walked, I said hello to a friend of mine we’ll call Kenny (actually, we’ll call Kenny Kenny because that’s his name). Kenny and I chatted a bit, and I shared with him that I would be going on vacation. In the course of this story I mentioned that I would be playing basketball the next morning (Thursday morning) before I left for vacation that evening. Kenny then encouraged me to be careful as I played the next morning because the last time he had gone on vacation, he broke his ankle, and spent the better part of his vacation with his leg up reading archived issues of O magazine (his wife’s a fan, I guess). After I encouraged him to sneak a subscription of Sports Illustrated past his wife, I laughed off his warning with some sort of comment about having played basketball at least 4 days a week for the last year, and the odds were in my favor for not getting hurt on this one day before I leave for vaca.
Fast forward 22 hours as I played basketball at the YMCA. I head down the lane to attempt a layup with two guys guarding me, collide legs with one of them, and fall, knees first into the hardwood gym floor. “OUCH!” I exclaimed as I was helped to my feet by one of the defenders. “Ouch, Ouch, Ouch, Ouch, Ouch, Ouch!
But the real problem was to come, for as I eventually shook off the pain from my knee, I noticed my neck starting to get sore as time went on. And I sit here tonight somewhere in Central Connecticut with a sore neck and a real desire to connect with a chiropractor for the first time since ‘Nam. Now I won’t be laid up for the entirety of my vacation or anything, but…
I probably will steer clear of Kenny for a long, long time.
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Hey bro, that sounds bad. You may need more than a chiropractor, you may need…THE DOC.
Speaking from experience, the Doc is probably the last person you need at the moment.