12.01.2004
Sunday, November 7
so excited to be playing with the A-Team2 this morning...at THE SHARK TANK! who knows how many games i've attended, and now i get to skate on that very same ice.
waiting to go out onto the ice...nerves, excitement, and more nerves. we're playing the Ice Monkeys, who are a very good team AND also fun to play against. warmups go fine. the ice surface actually seems sort of small. the blue lines have been widened to reflect the rule changes that are in place for the minor leagues this season. big fat blue lines!
i sit on the bench and feel like i'm 5 years old. the benches are so high that if i sit all the way back, my feet dangle and i kick them back and forth.
once the game starts, it's all the same. sure, a few more people in the stands, and they sound louder than they do at Logitech Ice, but we're playing pretty well.
second period rolls around, and just about halfway through the period, we're in our zone and i'm in front of the net trying to keep their center out of Chuck's way. i make a move for the puck in the far corner...or try to. my body moves towards the puck, but my left skate sticks to the ice. i hear some pops and the next thing i know, i have people around me asking if i'm okay. thanks, but uh, no. first thought is that i've broken my ankle. i lay on the ice for a while, get help off from Vinnie and one of the referees.
i sit in a chair next to the glass for maybe 15 minutes, i don't really know. i use a nice stranger's phone to call anyone i can. either they're not home or the phone is busy. don't have all of my phone numbers because my phone is in my car, thanks to the Great Robbery of 2004 at Logitech Ice. but i sit there and look at my ankles, both still in skates: the right one looks normal. the left one is tilted about 45 degrees to the left, and it looks funny but feels okay.
Red and this nice stranger help me to the locker room where i somehow manage to take off my gear and get dressed. i still have my left skate on but the swelling is pretty bad...time for mr. skate to come off.
Red and Jay (the nice stranger) find a cart and wheel me to the security entrance, where Red has moved my car. he takes me to San Jose Medical Center (or something like that) which is conveniently close by. when i finally arrive there and go to the ER, i have, in my mind, downgraded my injury from broken to severely sprained because it doesn't really hurt that much. unless i try to move it. d'oh.
long story short: x-rays show that it's definitely broken. not just my first broken bone ever, but my first two broken bones ever...tibia and fibula. if i can remember back to my anatomy days, it's the lateral malleolus of the tibia that has broken off. and the fibula is now in 2 big pieces, separated by a nice clean break. problem there (aside from being broken) is that there's a spiral fracture that goes all the way down the length of the fibula.
D'OH!
after more waiting and great company from Steph, Red, and Susi, i get a splint and have friends from Santa Cruz pick me up.
waiting to go out onto the ice...nerves, excitement, and more nerves. we're playing the Ice Monkeys, who are a very good team AND also fun to play against. warmups go fine. the ice surface actually seems sort of small. the blue lines have been widened to reflect the rule changes that are in place for the minor leagues this season. big fat blue lines!
i sit on the bench and feel like i'm 5 years old. the benches are so high that if i sit all the way back, my feet dangle and i kick them back and forth.
once the game starts, it's all the same. sure, a few more people in the stands, and they sound louder than they do at Logitech Ice, but we're playing pretty well.
second period rolls around, and just about halfway through the period, we're in our zone and i'm in front of the net trying to keep their center out of Chuck's way. i make a move for the puck in the far corner...or try to. my body moves towards the puck, but my left skate sticks to the ice. i hear some pops and the next thing i know, i have people around me asking if i'm okay. thanks, but uh, no. first thought is that i've broken my ankle. i lay on the ice for a while, get help off from Vinnie and one of the referees.
i sit in a chair next to the glass for maybe 15 minutes, i don't really know. i use a nice stranger's phone to call anyone i can. either they're not home or the phone is busy. don't have all of my phone numbers because my phone is in my car, thanks to the Great Robbery of 2004 at Logitech Ice. but i sit there and look at my ankles, both still in skates: the right one looks normal. the left one is tilted about 45 degrees to the left, and it looks funny but feels okay.
Red and this nice stranger help me to the locker room where i somehow manage to take off my gear and get dressed. i still have my left skate on but the swelling is pretty bad...time for mr. skate to come off.
Red and Jay (the nice stranger) find a cart and wheel me to the security entrance, where Red has moved my car. he takes me to San Jose Medical Center (or something like that) which is conveniently close by. when i finally arrive there and go to the ER, i have, in my mind, downgraded my injury from broken to severely sprained because it doesn't really hurt that much. unless i try to move it. d'oh.
long story short: x-rays show that it's definitely broken. not just my first broken bone ever, but my first two broken bones ever...tibia and fibula. if i can remember back to my anatomy days, it's the lateral malleolus of the tibia that has broken off. and the fibula is now in 2 big pieces, separated by a nice clean break. problem there (aside from being broken) is that there's a spiral fracture that goes all the way down the length of the fibula.
D'OH!
after more waiting and great company from Steph, Red, and Susi, i get a splint and have friends from Santa Cruz pick me up.
# posted by cheddah : 9:44 PM
