Sam is Dead!!!!!!!

Well, not exactly. But he does seem to have one doosey of an ankle sprain. UHS thinks that it probably isn't broken, but Sam needs to go back tomorrow for an Xray.

Sam had been battling with a strained quad all practice, which had limited his mobility. Unlike some of his pussier teammates, Sam played through his pain in order to better his team. As a result, he was slowed and less effective than usual (which had been frustrating him all day), but at least he was on the feild.

After scoring our last point of the game, Sam seemed pleased with the way that his quad was feeling. "I don't know if it's the ibuprofen or if I'm finally warmed up," he said right before I pulled the disc, "but I can suddenly run!" Sprinting down on that pull, his foot rolled over his ankle and made a loud popping noise. That was the end of the scrimmage.

Sam's ankle swelled up pretty quickly. It isn't often that you can look at an appendage and watch it swell up, rapidly, before your very eyes. The speed of his ankle swelling definitely made me nervous. I drove Sam's car onto the field, helped load him in the backseat, and Ryan and I accompanied Sam up the Health Services. They saw to Sam very quickly, concluding that it probably wasn't a break, and fitted him out with an aircast brace and a pair of crutches. The three of us went to dinner at Franklin, then I parked Sam's car in his parking lot and walked home via the rape trail.

We had low numbers again at practice. I don't know where the fuck everybody is, but this is exactly what we were looking to avoid when we took the largest A team Ever. This is absolute bullshit, and I'm completely tired of it. If people want to play for our team, they should be there to play. I'm not going to get into this rant right now farther than saying that I'm tired of it. Anybody who wants to be considered one of my friends should be adviced to start showing up to practice. And not just every so often - they all should be there every single fucking day.

Fuck this game.