State of the Game

Apart from some people enjoying the giving or receiving of suckjobs, and having their toes sucked, I wonder too. And I won't disrespect the thread by giving any kind of sensible answer.



I had a fast yorker hit my big toe on the back foot - needing 2 months of crutches too and comedy slippers at work - looked like a right spoon working in a hospital!

The (aussie bowler) was a mate and felt very guilty, especially as I milked it, but it split the toe down the middle, lost the nail, and now it resembles more of a nose than a toe.

Worst bit was that I stepped across too to flick it through square, but the ball swung late. So I missed out on an easy boundary, and had to retire a little later as I was just leaking red juice all over this nice club's wicket!

Bloody australians. I sympathize with your knee though - I did a cruciate whilst ice skating. Because I was a little drunk, and tried to hurdle off the ice over the wooden wall, but some fool had put a chair behind it. Needless to say I castled the chair and had legs going at different angles from the knee down.

Being a 20yr old boy though, in front of girls, it predictably got worse too.... We all drank more and watched the others skate, and by the end of the night I felt like a superhero, and my leg felt better really. So three of us decided to do the "macho" thing that drunk boys do, and run home to try and beat the bus that the girls were on.

I couldn't stand in the morning, but the silver lining was that we all beat the bus like real heroes...

The ice skating was one of the stupidest I've ever done, but you can probably see why I don't drink any more! So I sympathize with yours, that spot on the side of the knee past the pad is so tender to get hit. I shuddered on reading your post!


Now everyone has vomited, don't let me tell any more of my heroic escapades, as they are embarrassing, albeit still very funny really!
Years ago part of my job involved taking a postman across the thames from buckinghamshire to berkshire in a 1900's cast iron tugboat.

In the winter the crew was me, postie and work experience girl and we set off as normal in a flood stream. The throttle cable snapped half way so I had to deploy the mud weight to stop us from going rapidly downstream in to a bridge.
Classic schoolboy error and I didn't look at my feet, slung the mudweight over with the rope around my ankle and was dragged along the side of the boat chipping parts off of my kneecap on the cast iron. Luckily the mudweight hit the bottom before I was pulled in but I held the 5 ton tug against the stream with my now knackered leg.

The pub opposite rescued us with their dray boat and I went to hospital. My mum turned up and I went to have the now massive knee drained - I had a shield around my face so I couldn't see but my mum gave a commentary saying it was like tinned strawberries. I still hurts in the wet weather.
 
I prefer chaos. Easier to manage and more interesting.
It's weird. Sometimes you have Jeff Goldblum dropping water on your hand.
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Ah, we're at the point where we show off our scars of war? :D

Yes, do it!

I think i have 3 - and every single one has a Monty Python grade story of slapstick behind it...

Aww now you have to share! ;)

Years ago part of my job involved taking a postman across the thames from buckinghamshire to berkshire in a 1900's cast iron tugboat.

In the winter the crew was me, postie and work experience girl and we set off as normal in a flood stream. The throttle cable snapped half way so I had to deploy the mud weight to stop us from going rapidly downstream in to a bridge.
Classic schoolboy error and I didn't look at my feet, slung the mudweight over with the rope around my ankle and was dragged along the side of the boat chipping parts off of my kneecap on the cast iron. Luckily the mudweight hit the bottom before I was pulled in but I held the 5 ton tug against the stream with my now knackered leg.

The pub opposite rescued us with their dray boat and I went to hospital. My mum turned up and I went to have the now massive knee drained - I had a shield around my face so I couldn't see but my mum gave a commentary saying it was like tinned strawberries. I still hurts in the wet weather.

Ouch. To put it mildly! Was that the same knee as the cricket ball? You have my honest sympathy with that mate, sounds painful. And of course funny as anything! ;)
 
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