An "Unlikely" encounter

Recently I was talking about shoulder problems, and the question come up why in the not too distant future some steel is going to have to come out of my collar bone.  Questions were raised, and even the rumour came up again that it was the result of a misunderstanding with a toboggan.  I had to dig back into the Shellacking Shenanigans fight club website to once again recall the true story.  So Here it is once again.

The car came around the corner at break neck speed.  There wasn't much time to react.  Flying like Hermes I made up the ground.  I Pounced.....Leopard like from the curb and mid-air pushed the baby stroller out of danger.  Performing a mid-air helix I narrowly missed the savage chrome grill determined to crush me.  Floating, graceful....like a Canadian maple leaf spread wide in the perfect Zephyr.  Enveloping the pavement in the perfect shoulder roll.

The baby carriage rolled.......and bumped into a group of gangsters that made the Godfather seem like Saint Vincent.  That's the last time they'll attack with just lead pipes, baseball bats and chains.

After neatly tucking the legs of the last scoundrel into the nearest dumpster, I noticed a homeless fellow taking refuge.  I introduced myself, and so did he.  It was Chuck Norris.  We traded fighting secrets, and he was very appreciative.  Before long the conversation turned to why he was in a dumpster.  Apparently his fighting career had taken a turn for the worse. He needed a collar bone replacement, and I guess donors were limited.  So there you have it.  Chuck Norris continues to make millions on his book of Chuckisms and movie career, and I have an 8 inch bar with 9 screws in my shoulder as a result.

No big deal Chuck.  I would have done it for anyone.

In all seriousness though, it is something I am going to have to address.  Maybe in six months, maybe in a year.  As it sits right now though, keep on keeping on.


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