A victim of my own klutziness

I’m kind of immobile right now.

my foot

That’s my left foot. My ankle is broken. Happened yesterday and I don’t know how long I’ll be on the shelf for. This is what, the second or third time I’ve had to withdraw from the 2006 MLB season? They’re better off without me for the time being.

I should also take this time to thank the Civee for taking care of me (and Iron Mike for helping get my car). I drove myself to the hospital, but the Civee has done everything else.

I just hope I don’t get too surly from doing nothing over the next few days.

The second stage is denial

At the end of the aught-five baseball season, the last thing I wanted the Yankees to do was sign Johnny Damon. I’ve since changed my mind, and conversations like the following (with a Red Sox fan) make the signing even better for me:

(in a discussion about the ’05 playoffs)

Red Sox Fan: The Yankees couldn’t even handle the Angels!
Me: They only lost that series becaues Bubba Crosby forgot how to play centerfield.
RSF: What makes you think he’s going to learn to play the field this year?
Me: He won’t be out in center this year.
RSF: Oh yeah? Who’d they get to roll out there? (serious question)
Me: Johnny Damon.
RSF: Oh. Yeah. sonofa…