Just can't fathom a guy with that much talent, wasting it.
How many times did Dad say - "Walk it off boy." Dad got hit by a car. Crushed. He was working on a car that started moving forward & pinned him against a wall. Two weeks in bed & he went back to work.
You have to respect a man who tells you to walk it off when he does things like that.
Davis is a pussy.
I got hurt a LOT as a kid and teenager. Stitches, broken bones, torn ligaments, etc.
Recently, I’ve had a couple of incidents that probably resulted in concussions that I simply “walked off”.
The first involved my bike. We were set to ride to a local venue for their final “Bike Night” of the year.
I had already backed the beast out of the garage and down my slightly graded driveway when I hit the starter & “click” - dead battery.
The wife & I had to push this beast, which weighs close to 1,000 pounds back up the driveway and into the garage.
At the time, it was parallel to the rear bumper of my wife’s car. So we first had to make a sharp left turn before straightening it out for the final push up the driveway.
Now I normally will put the kickstand down just in case I lose my footing and / or it starts to fall. Not this time - DOH!!
We were just getting started when I did lose my footing and the beast went down. As I was falling backwards, I smacked my head on the bumper of her car. Blackness & stars for a few seconds.
Well, that truly just pissed me off, so I got the turd back upright (no damage due to front and rear engine & tumble guards) and muscled it into the garage.
Instead of getting checked out, I decided we were STILL going to Bike Night; took the seat and battery plate off, hooked up the quick start charger and she turned right over.
Put everything back together and in my dazed condition (I’d also had a beer and a few bowl hits), hopped on and cruised on over.
Had a few beers and some wings and was good to go.
Then a week later, we were at another eatery (Twin Peaks - ALL new bartenders since our last visit and a significant upgrade in “talent”).
So we’re sitting there having a cold one and the wife asks me to move over a seat as the bar area was starting to open up and she wanted to move away from the dude seated directly next to her.
Again, I’m a little buzzed, so I think I can just slide my big ass over to the stool next to me. Bad idea. The floor there is like ice and the minute I got between the two stools, they slid apart.
Bam, I’m back on my ass again after hitting my head on the steel table leg in the booth directly behind us. Blackout and stars again.
After a few snide comments by those sitting in that booth (“drunk people should stay home”, etc.) I picked myself up again and had another beer.
Both incidents resulted in fairly decent lumps to the back of my head and very likely slight to mid grade concussion.
But my policy remains - if there no blood or bones protruding, I ain’t going to no doctor or hospital.
Went to a concert last night - minimal seating so we stood by the stage all night for three plus hours; went to the local Hard Rock casino; blew about $100; stopped at White Castle at 3:00 am (I hadn’t eaten all day).
Wife just asked me how I felt. I said 80. Getting old SUCKS!
GO DODGERS!!!
