Jared loves to play basketball.
Really.
A lot.
Did I mention he loves it?
I always worry that he’s going to come home broken and battered. Guys seem to do that to each other.
And he usually does come home with a minor injury or two. You know, jammed fingers, scratches, banged up knees…minor stuff.
I knew it wasn’t good when the phone rang at 10:30 p.m.
“Hi, I just wanted to let you know that I split my head open and need stitches, so a couple of the guys are going to take me to InstaCare to get it taken care of.”
A couple of hours later, this is what I saw – a cut about an inch and a half long right under the left eyebrow(no stitches, just several layers of glue).
And a couple of hours later, this…
And a couple of hours after that…
And 18 hours later…
And it got even worse, but we stopped documenting. It was getting a little gruesome.
And oh, the comments! The comments! If you can imagine it, he’s probably heard it!
Jared still loves basketball. A lot. Enough to get up before 7 a.m. this morning and go play – 10 days after all this!
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