Earlier today, I was at a work function at the home of the Office Managing Partner. A group of us decide to play a friendly game of volleyball in the back yard. Everything was going fine until the competitive juices started flowing. My teammate hits the ball over a few bushes and I made a play for the ball, missed, and fell hands first into a bush, a goddamn rose bush!

My hands were pretty cut up by rose thorns and I bled profusely for a good twenty minutes. I even managed to scratch up my right knee and thigh. The moral of the story: let the ball go out of bounds you idiot! Really, was it worth risking life and limb while chasing a volleyball. At a work event no less. Now I have the distinction of being the only person that bled during the festivities. Nice!


  1. Remember that one time at Yosemite when we played hacky-sack?

    #1 by sant — June 18, 2007 @ 6:29 pm

  2. Yeah, I guess I wasn’t that much more coordinated when I was younger. I guess when I play a sport I am either playing all out or not at all–there is no middle ground. I just leave it all out on the court, or in this case, in the damn bush.

    #2 by Nugget — June 18, 2007 @ 6:43 pm

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