End of a long day spent on the ultimate field, and one where we ended victorious beating Brass Monkey 9-7 at hard cap (had they scored that last point, it would have been 8-8, and double game point).
I started off the day thinking I could play, but managed only the warm-up square drill before my back seized again. I played the first game against Frizbee Nation, as they were the bottom ranked team in our pool, and I figured it would be a good warm up game.
Oddly enough, R played with them. They clearly wanted to use R as we use Adam Brown, but not as well, as he had to attempt to run down a series of tragically misdirected hucks. It was strange to see him, much less see him play. I doubt he knows that he and his friends are dead to me. Can't wait to tell them.
I tried to keep playing, but even two Advil™ and one Vicodin™ didn't help. My back was still in too much pain to do much other than walk, and slowly at that.
The end of the day, I was hobbling around like a little old lady. I turned to Kris and commented,
"Either the vic wore off, or it didn't help in the first place."
"I thought you were going to take the second one."
"I was, but it's our last one, and I didn't want to waste it on something as frivolous as my pain."
blink.
blink. blink.
"I hope in five years you'll understand just how funny that statement really was."
