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  • Well, I managed to get through 26 games of softball this year without any serious injuries. But, I think I jinxed myself. I found this thumb brace on the table beside the chair where I do most of my writing, the other day, so I stuck it in my bag before going out to play last night, just in case. I occasionally get a sore thumb, when the tendons on the back of my thumb, running up to my wrist, get stressed (it’s known as Dequervain's Syndrome), and like to have the brace handy, as it helps a lot when this happens.

    Last night, I didn’t have a recurrence of Dequervain's Syndrome. No, in fact, that would have been preferable. I was actually not even planning to play in the field for the first game – I was going to just be a designated hitter, then I was planning to play second base in the second game. But, our Third Baseman, Neil, got nailed by a rocket shot down the line that he managed to stop and knock down with his gloved hand, but injured a couple fingers in the process, so I went in to play Third, where I stayed for both games.

    In the second game, the same batter who hit the shot that got Neil rocked a similar one my way, that I managed to field with my glove and make a play on, but afterwards my thumb hurt like the Dickens. After shaking it off and icing it between innings, I thought it was fine, just destined to be sore for a couple days. I played the rest of that game – I noticed it was a lot harder to grip the bat when I batted up, so I kept my hands a little bit apart on the handle of the bat, to minimize the discomfort on that thumb. I came home and iced it some more, and figured it would be better in the morning.

    It wasn’t. In fact, it was a lot worse. I couldn’t move it at all. So, I went in to get it x-rayed, and confirmed the worst. It’s broken. I am so disappointed! All three of the teams I’m playing on are having great spring seasons. All three are battling for their respective division championships, with between 4 and 7 games to play, apiece. It looks like I won’t be playing in any of those games, now. I’m probably down for the count for the rest of the spring season, hopefully ready to get back out there in July for summer ball. I’ll be seeing an orthopedist this afternoon to find out how bad this break is, and what the prognosis for healing is.

    Welcome back to the Disabled List, Senor Hawkeye. (F*** you – f*** you very much). Wait, let’s get a little more zen about it. I get the opportunity to slow down, and smell the peanuts and cracker jacks – ahhh, I’m just not feeling it, yet. I’ll keep working on it, though.

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