Remember how I was raving about innebandy? I still love the sport, and I’m finally getting a bit better at it. What’s so difficult about running around a gym with a plastic club and a wiffle ball, right?
The last time I played – about a week ago – I broke my nose. Or rather, my friend Josh did. I ran up behind him to get the ball, and he swung around and his elbow met my nose. It wasn’t his fault – he didn’t know I was there. But “crunch,” “pop,” and *boom* I was down on the floor. It was a pretty solid hit. As I lay on the ground, I felt like the insides of my nose were running out.
