special request

okay so since jason requests a certain blog entry...i just gotta do it. but first shout out to pegs and her bowel problems. it must be the authentic food...your body doesnt wanna get rid of it. anyway, email w/life updates.

okay so the night before leaving to houston i decided to workout insanely hard seeing as how i dont have the gym or courts in houston as i do in austin. so i hit the gym at about 3p, lift for about 1.5hrs then ball for about 2.5hrs. jason and liem call and say they are comin to the gym so me and kelf decide to wait on them and to pass the time we figured we would be the best heterosexuals ever and sit in the sauna together. unfortunately, the sauna was already packed with old sweaty naked dudes, so we decided to pass. instead we hit the gym for a second time where we did cardio and legs for about an hour. we go back upstairs and jason and liem want us to play ball again...and of course i cant resist. i KNOW i shouldnt play cuz my body is dying already and my knee is acting up but i suck it up and play. the game is lazy and no one is really playing so i decide to just end it so i can go eat some sushi. so i start playin a lil harder than everyone and drive through the lane, do a patented dugly jumpstop and pump fake. rustom, the russian dude that always seems to accidentally hurt me, falls for the pump fake and jumps kicking both of his legs directly into my groin. now ive gone thru a lot of injuries in my life (3 concussions, 3 separated shoulders, 2 broken clavicles, 3 broken ribs, 1 fractured cheekbone, 2 broken wrists, fractured right hip, torn mclx2, acl, pcl, meniscus in left knee, torn mcl in right knee, 3 broken left ankles, and a countless number of broken metacarpels and metatarsels...im sure i have others but i cant think of them right now) but DAYUM...it was one of the worst pains ive felt. i dropped the ball and dropped to the floor immediately assuming the fetal position. the pain would NOT go away for about ten minutes, and yes....i cried the entire time. i couldnt speak...i couldnt even tell everyone what was wrong with me. they assumed i blew out my shitty knee again. it wasnt until 5 minutes of me crying on the floor, that i could tell them that it wasnt my knee and instead it was my weewee.

i swear this kind of thing happens to me wayy to often and i have really no idea why. just playin ball or any sport for that matter, things just are automatically attracted to my groin area. my balls and i are a very unlucky couple.

so there you have it. amusing to jason apparently, but brings back painful memories for myself. i hope you found it just as amusing as him.