Shoulder? What shoulder?
So apparently I separated my shoulder against Davidson on Sunday, but continued to play the rest of the game. You could have fooled me... sometimes adrenaline is the greatest drug out there. Scoring a goal with one good arm isn't so bad. However, the pain has kicked in and these pain killers just aren't workin so well. Off to bed I go so that I can take Papa Foote to the airport at 8 tomorrow morning and then go to school for 7 hours and proceed to drive to Gainesville. Driving a stick gets tricky when one of your arms is in a sling. I'm just glad it's good ol' lefty and not my right foot... cuz then i'd be screwed on the whole driving aspect of things...