I just thought it'd be fun to see what happens when I try to write with a mild concussion. You know, see if islurranywordsorsomethingcrazylikethat.
Well it's not a "diagnosed" mild concussion per say, but when I felt my face slam into the ground and then pulled grass from my teeth (not kidding), I figured it was diagnosis-ly plausible. Maybe I should go to a doctor...
The cool part of the story I suppose is that I was attempting to challenge the other team's biggest guy for the ball. The uncool part is that all 6'3"of him put me in my place, and I ended up looking like a doofus as his foot stopped me dead in my tracks and I flew through the air like a wannabe Superman.
Adult co-ed soccer leagues are no joke, folks. Don't try them at home.
Giantsgamestartsin20. Goget'emboys.
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