So yeah, this isn't fun.

Due to the beat down that occurred at Giants Stadium yesterday (and I'm not talking Sanchez) I took today off. For those of you wondering, this is what a broken collarbone looks like:


I think these are the two broken pieces:


Apparently there is a chasm between the broken pieces. My hopes of being a shoulder model are forever ruined. I'll refrain from posting pictures of what this thing actually looks like. No reason to make you gag.

Oh, and Charlie Weis was canned today. So yeah, there's that.

I'm never rooting for the Jets again.

Whelp, so much for being thankful for my health. I attended the NY Jets game against Carolina this afternoon with a colleague of mine. Great day. Great weather. Great tailgate. Crap game but the Jets pulled out an uninspiring win.

Then there was post-game in the parking lot.

The scene: Six grown men and two kids from the neighboring tailgate, passing the time with a game of touch football.
The call: 10 yard slant over the middle (redundant description but necessary for the non-football readers).
The play: Broken pass, incomplete.
The result: Broken left collarbone.

Sonofabitch. I blame Mark Sanchez.

I've never been in this kind of pain before. Perhaps this is because it's my first broken bone, but the fact that the collarbone is sorta-kinda-maybe attached and related to everything is a literal pain. It doesn't help that I'm left handed either. Try brushing your teeth or putting on a sock with your non-dominant hand then get back to me.

No pictures from the hospital, but this one is of some creep taking photos of these lovely ladies.