Don't Fake The Funk

X-Rays I've Had Done

My kid brother has this thing on Friendster where he goes through the alphabet and reveals a tidbit about himself on a subject that begins with all the letters of the alphabet. (For example, "D" for dad's name, which is Orlando.) His "X" was "X-Rays taken of yourself" and that got me thinking. Not counting visits to the dentist, I've had my left ankle x-rayed four times, and my right ankle twice, my right wrist once, my left knee once, and my skull (yeah my skull!) once. All those x-rays, besides the skull one, were due to basketball-related injuries. I got my skull x-rayed because a barbell with 165 lbs of weight dropped on my face while bench-pressing it back when I was 20 years old. I know I know. You should always use a spotter. But it was only 165lbs!

Now, you cynics out there -- especially you three cats (I won't say your names but your initials are Aimee, Leah, and Beau... heh heh) that think I need my ego popped because I'm a genius with a camera -- will say "Damn, G, you're pretty fuckin' accident-prone."

You non-cynics, my adoring public, my fans, will say I'm just a very active individual.

Of course, the religious among you will say that God's been sending me signs telling me to quit basketball for years. (Actually, my godson's grandmother said that to me once a long time ago. I didn't say it to her face but I was thinking, "Shyeah right!" Good thing Tita Cecil doesn't read this!)

I haven't broken anything in years. Let's hope I didn't just jinx myself.

Posted by glenn at April 15, 2004 03:45 AM