So I'm back and much Mahalo's goes out to all who posted and emailed me offline as well wondering Wassap Wit Dat?!
We did get one Lurkah out, HauulaPoi54 (and da others who tune in on da North East side!). Everybody now.........
Aaaaaloooooooooooo-ha. E komo mai Braddah!
And I was just in Hauula too (driving by)...twice this week! Now I shmall kine chicken skin knowing get some peeps out dea with internet. 😆 Jus' joke Braddahs and Sistahs, had to throw dat out.
Dis blog might be a little long cause get choke "mini" stories but hea goes.
On Saturday at our baseball game we faced one of the top three teams in the league and I gotta say, my boys made me proud. They hung around for six of the seven innings (with the opposing coach "intensely" saying that they should be pounding the ball against us - WWD?) but again, with our players being so inexperienced, in the end they were just overwhelmed although we did limit the other team to only a handful of hits. Nice job guys!
But that wasn't the dramatic part. It started when one one of our players hit a shot to second base and it took a bad hop hitting the fielder on the side of the head. He walked off on his own and ended up being ok but you know how it goes, everybody is a little more wary.
A couple innings later as we're switching sides, the opposing pitcher is warming up (he throws hard) and the ball passes their catcher and heads to the backstop where the umpire is talking to the official scorekeeper. It takes an "unfortunate" bounce and bam! In da olo's! Bring in the backup umpire.
Then in the sixth inning, one of my bigger batters come up and since I'm a one man show, I have to keep stats/scorekeep and coach at the same time. As I finish talking to my second base runner (I'm in the coaches third base box) I look back down to update the score-book and I hear it...twack! By the time I look up I see this missile coming straight at me and with no time to react I try to deflect it with the book.
It cracks me in my surgically repaired knee and I huli over in the air. In less than a second I get about ten adults hovering over me. After a minute of regaining feeling in my knee, I wrap an ice pack around it and suck it up. Game on.
Like they say, things happens in three's.
Then on Sunday at my league basketball game I popped my ankle pretty bad. It swelled up like I had cankles - you know, the calf and ankles look like one. Then of course being the lucky son of a gun that I am, hobble to my bike and lo and behold...the battery is dead.
Wasssssaaaaap Wiiiiiiit Daaaaaaaaat!
Good thing one of my friends was in the parking lot and gave me a running push so I could pop the clutch and off I went.
So there I was at home icing my grapefruit sized knee and my cankles and Da Wife walking through the living giving me "da look" (your fault, you get no sympathy from me, etc). Did I mention I had to meet the cousins an hour after that for an around the island tour? So I just wrapped it up, popped a few Aleve and off we went.
On Monday, after the constant nagging - uh, encouragment - from Da Wife to go to the doctor, I give in and lucky enough to get a cancellation spot. X-rays - negative for a break but Da Doc (one of the top orthopedics in the state so I listen when he talks) did show me something new. He said my ankle was "loose" and proceeded to pull my ankle away from my shin, "See, loose. You need to rehab."
And yes, I hear it all the time, "why don't you just wear body armor already?"
You tink you funny eh? 🙄
So is this the beginning of the end? Is my "youth" finally "old"? Or has my "luck" just run out?
Anyone else running around "invincible"? Love pain?