Saturday, October 28, 2006

Sometimes life tosses lemons at ya...


and you catch the suckers and make lemonade!

So, my son's football team makes it into the state playoffs (yea!)...first playoff game is at home (bigger yea!). Big crowd, psyched football players, band, school song, the whole nine yards (so to speak). And, shortly into the second quarter, a lemon just friggin' kicks my son on his arse...he was tackled by a player and it took out his right knee. He hobbled to the sideline (at least he was still mobile), and the trainers immediately began working on him. They massaged his knee, iced it, wrapped it up...he hobbled into the locker room at half time. There we sat in the stands, his father and I, wondering how bad it was, was he in a lot of pain, would he be able to play in the second half...

Now mind you, he's still got ankles and feet taped like spats, a big ol' lobster claw for a left hand, and now the right knee....

Anyhow, the team comes out for warm-ups before the second half, and he jogs into the field and does some running to warm up, with the trainers watching closely (oh, we're feeling good about this...he looks good, mobile, running....it's gonna be OK!). Then he tries to stop...that doesn't work so well....and go backwards....oh my, that doesn't work at all...and it's back to the bench, ice being taped to the knee. And there he sat for the third quarter....on the bench....alone....dammit....

He went in to the locker room and changed into his street clothes then rejoined his team on the sidelines for the fourth quarter, managing to stay upright most of the time. The team did very well, winning 44-7 and advancing to the next round of the playoffs (YEA!).

The next day was a day of doctor visits, MRI, x-rays....and a diagnosis of "torn PCL, no surgery needed, but a couple of months of physical therapy and no more football playing for the season." Most definitely NOT the type of news a senior in high school wants to hear when his football team is moving through the playoffs.

But, like I said before, lemonade can be made from such lemons. The local radio sportscaster gets wind of the injury, calls my son, and now he's lined up to provide "color commentary" for the next playoff game....isn't the same as playing on the field, but given the circumstances, it's damned good lemonade.

And so, little ones, it's all (still) good....

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