At one point in the game, a kid on the other team fell to the ground and stayed there for a little too long. A coach ran out. Another coach ran out. I think his dad ran out. He just lay there. There was silence until the coach yelled, “Get the cart!” A murmur of panic went through the small crowd in the stands. They loaded the kid onto the red cart and as it passed slowly below us, you could see his lower leg bent at a very bad angle. He was not making a single peep, that kid. Shock.
Turns out, he broke his tibia. The kid quietly broke his tibia.
That’s what else lacrosse is.
Wow. So stoic!
I don’t ever quietly break my tibia. I am always quite loud about it!
No, I have never quietly broken anything. A tibia. A toe. A nail.
Wahhhhhhhhhh!!
It truly looked horrible, that bend in his lower leg. Ah, poor kid. See what I mean with the beatings? 😉
I make it a practice to quietly break six things before breakfast.
hahahahahahahahaha
That, or he was emitting a scream so shrill only dogs could hear him. Poor kid!
Is Cullen talking about half a dozen eggs for an omelet?
I imagine that happens all too often in Southern California, especially in the LA area.
It’s kinda of sad, because each time, a parent has to say the same thing: “Well, I didn’t mean that literally!”
is the tibia near the coccyx?
All kidding aside… oh my goodness. Poor kid I hope he’s okay. I will not be adding Lacrosse to my play schedule anytime soon.
Eeeesh.
Someone mentioned the name of the Scottish play, didn’t they?
NF — Hahahahahahaha. I blame it on my dad.
Brian — HA! But I imagine his coccyx doesn’t feel good. I whined and whined about my sore coccyx. Kid breaks his shin bone in total silence.
I need to be alone in my shame now.