Remember when this happened?
I do.
He doesn't.
At least not, enough.
Below is an actual "text-ersation" I had with Jack while I was out of town.
Jack: Rugby was good. My position is a jumper.
Me: What's a jumper do?
Jack: two people jump me into the air and then i have to catch the 'high' ball. then while i have the ball the two people use me as a battering ram and get me as far as they can before we all get tackled.
Me: You should not have told me that.
Jack: why?
Me: Because I love you and don't want you to get hurt?
Jack: they use my butt as a battering ram. not my face.
Me: That's only slightly better.
Jack: i will be fine. they said bruised butts broken coccyx or bruised elbows (they hold me by my armpits)
Me: I think you should stop talking now.
Me: Love you. Go to bed.
Jack: sorry? its better than a broken neck
Me: I guess that helps
I am assured its safer than football and lacrosse.
Wish us luck, we'll keep you posted.
2 comments:
HORRIFYING! Why do men have this primal urge to battle and batter each other? I know, testosterone poisoning.
That broken wrist looks AWFUL!!
That looks so awful! -- like father, like son, I suppose. Nate and I still talk about how Jared tells his story and about Steve Scow's role. And we still laugh! (While cringing for Jared's pain, of course.)
Good luck!
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