My busted wrist

Thanks to my lack of ability to run backwards with any semblance of coordination attempting a 720 tomahawk dunk and slamming my wrist on the top of the backboard during a recent basketball game, I now am the proud owner of a black fiberglass cast.

At first I thought I only sprained my wrist but the increased swelling and constant pain slowly dissuaded me of that folly. After two days I decided to go to the doctor's office.

In answer to a few questions: it hurt like hell, 8 weeks, still working, I'll be able to change diapers and I do it left-handed now.