Michael,
The last couple of weeks I’ve been dodging Dominic, hoping not to be invited into a game, but yesterday he came to our Thursday team lunch, and I sat across from him at our favorite restarant, The Beijing. I noticed that he was a little clumsy eating with his chopsticks, and then I saw that the ring and pinkie finger on his right hand were bandaged. “What happened to your hand?”, I asked. He said that he had “jammed” his fingers on a court wall, and the doc had told him that he had probably pulled a ligament. He was going in for X-rays later that day. “So, can you hold a racket in your hand?”, I queried. “Not really. I may not be able to play racquetball for a while.”
So I’m off the hook. Like two old lions, we’ve retreated to nurse our wounds.
–rakkity
el Kib
And I thought you were going to pounce on the defenseless and say, “Great! Me either! How’s 2:00?”
rakkity
I thought of saying that, but I couldn’t figure out a response if he offered, “OK, let’s play left handed.”
michael
No offense to Dom, but you’re nursing your wounds, he’s protecting his boo boo.
La Rad
Sounds like a great stroke of luck, for you of course. He’ll be fine and you’ll stay fine and alls well.