Funny that I wrote about injuries last week and people commented on how cool they are…
Vince, a guy on the other team slammed into his own player and didn’t get up. He was calm but said there’s something wrong with his knee. The ref carefully removed his shinguards and there it was in all it’s glory: a kneecap about 2 inches to the left and 2 inches down from where it’s supposed to be.
Even though some were nearly ready to throw up at the sight, Vince didn’t really say much, even when the ref said something even more disgusting.
“Ok, we have to pop it back in.” So they did. I watched as he straightened his leg and it silently slid back into place. I say “slid” instead of “popped” because there wasn’t any popping sound. Vince must have been on some steroids or something because he got up with some help and skated to the bench (he didn’t play the rest of the game though).
Man, that’s pretty gross, but that’s the king of hockey injury stories, aside from getting injured from a fight.
The game itself was pretty exciting. We played neck and neck and we were leading by one point until they scored with 35 seconds left in the game. We had a shootout and I got to go up against my buddy from church, who was the Stars’ goalie. He beat me, but we ended up winning the shootout. I got one assist. We’re now 2 – 1.