Playing through pain ( A hero is born)
So I got a phone call the other day from one of the jerks. First thing said is, 'I fractured my wrist.' At first, I thought how like this particluar jerk, to go and hurt himself playing a pickup basketball game among, horrible (at best) basketball chumps. Then, it set in, I kind of took hold of the information, he broke his wrist and kept playing. He made a beautifal arcing three point shot at the end of the day with his guide wrist broken. And then it hit me, we have a new hero, a player with pain. A man who stepped above and beyond the physical, to achieve something. What that something is, I'm not sure, hell we weren't even keeping score. But, this still matters, people were dropping like flies, at the end of the playing there were only five bodies left standing, all three Jerks, thank you very much, Nathan (the batchelor, soon to be no longer) and John Bearr (the only player with skillz, this past Saturday). So who is this jerk, this newfound hero to all lazy occaisionally active weekend warriors. Well it was...that's right, Tbor
So here is a tribute to Tbor and all those other players, of all the sports, who have played through pain.
The first on my list is much like Tbor, a guy who if looking at him you wouldn't think much of, a guy who weighs maybe 130lbs soaking wet, yes a cyclist. Don't ever tell me these guys are wimps, this one broke his collarbone on stage one of the TdF last year, fought through the pain, rode some two thousand miles with a snapped bone and even won a stage, and finished fourth overall. Tyler Hamilton. That's right, he rides a bike, and could help to create a little bit of history this year, two Americans on the podium of the Tour, which, by the way, starts on Saturday.
And we all remember Kellen Winslow Sr., not the whiny bitch of a son of his. But the old Charger, the good old Chargers, with Mountain Man Dan Fouts, the Kellen Winslow who played so hard and so long that he had to be helped off the field by his teamates.
And we all know what kind of shape Butkus' knees were in by the end of his career, yet, he still was one scary bitch.
So here is to to Tony and all the others out there, who, yes, play through the pain.
My only fear is the Tony won't be able to two-fist the beer like before. I mean, look at all those great atheletes in history, once that fatal injury occurs, they're never quite the same again. Could this spell the end of the group alcoholism, a newfound sobriety, no, I hope not. Remember, play through the pain.
Draper
Posted by thynkhard
at 2:10 PM EDT