Look Away, I'm Hideous
In case you were wondering, this thing makes it hard to type.
For those not in the know, The OCC has hit the 15-day DL with a non-displaced fracture of the right pinkie. (And if you're wondering how the injury happened, see the treatise on urban hurdling, below).
There's something terribly undignified about telling people you've broken a pinkie -- two different rec league basketball teammates called me variations of "nancy boy" when I told them I was on the shelf. There's also something terribly undignified about having to use the left-side "Shift" key on your keyboard and constantly hitting "Ctrl" instead, thereby initiating all sorts of keyboard commands you never knew existed.
This all makes you want to take a swing at your computer monitor, which is all good and well -- just make sure you do it left-handed.
If there's any consolation to this, it's that I sustained a similar injury to the one Carlos Delgado suffered in the Mets' season finale. And odds are he's feeling worse than I am. I know this fact because 'Los and I have the same hand doctor (and oddly enough we both visited the same office for hand injuries in late 2006 and then cracked the identical bone within 48 hours this past weekend). We also both bat left-handed, throw right-handed, speak surprisingly eloquently and never forget what a certain pitcher threw at us during any given at-bat.
But if you're starting to think that Carlos Delgado and The OCC are actually the same person, I will have to ruin your fun right there. Delgado is from Puerto Rico. And The OCC is from... Myanmar.
In any case, we're gonna do everything we can to keep this here blog pumping during the next three weeks while typing proves to be a massively painful chore. Just please know that for every 15 or so words written, there was at least one enraged left hook thrown right into the grill of the exasperated monitor.
In the meantime, someone reserve a couple bowling lanes for October 24th. That's when our three weeks are up. And that's the day I'm planning to take off this splint and promptly roll a 190.
And if I don't, you can rest assured that something's going to get broken.