Broken Arm Idiocy
One time in PE, we were outside playing football. I hate football so I was put in goals. Our team were much better than the other team, so consequently I didn't have much to do. I was mucking about while the ball was up the other end and jumped up to swing from the cross bar. 'Cos it was raining my hands slipped and I fell to the ground in slow motion, managing to break my fall with my right hand. There was a sickening crack, but I had to get up quick as the ball was coming down our end. I played another 40 minutes in goal, without really thinking about it. When we where finished I was trying to undo my shoe laces and realised my right arm was fucked. I casually got changed, without showing any pain, and went home. I totally lost it when I got home - I was crying and everything. When my mum came home she took me to that hospital, where I found out I'd broken my wrist. To this day, I have never told anyone I was swinging on the goal posts - I told everyone I fell. How embarrassing - slipping from a fuckin' crossbar.
(SparkyLove, Sat 4 Sep 2004, 10:15, Reply)