Speaking of Hands ... this just in ...

My youngest male child, my hoop-star, my Offensive Reboundin' Gladiator, brought this home tonight. "Bad bounce, Mom."
Kevin's play-by-play description almost caused me to toss the Captain Crunchberries I'd just eaten for dinner. I'll spare you. Let's just say the ball went one way, and Kevin's pinkie went with it. Only it didn't happen to be the same direction the rest of his fingers were going. This digit is broken not once, but twice. Urgent Care Doc called it, 'A Bad Break.' Ya think? This is the face of one Disgusted Offensive Reboundin' Gladiator (a gladiator whose pain pills are starting to kick in). Meanwhile, Kevin's season just ended. Eesh. Blimey. Double SHITE!! He has worked so hard, for so long! Bad bounce, pffft! Where's that *&(&#^$%^ ball? Mama T wants vengeance!!! "Please tell me I'm dreaming."