My thumb breakage occured after I spoke to Boss yesterday, so it was this morning that I broke the news. I heard this loooong exhale and immediately braced myself for what was to come. "WELL GODDAMMIT FLASH! GODDAMMIT!!" Then I heard pounding on some type of surface. "Can you kick?" "Yeah." "Can you run?" "Coach it's my thumb." "OH! Your thumb? Well good! For a second, I was really angry with you!" I didn't get that feeling at all, geez. I'm not sure if he thought thumb was a codeword for ankle or leg or even hip but his mood rapidly changed to a better one. He's a great guy to work for but I'd prefer to stay out of the "Yeah, he yelled at me, too" club, and aside from the Skittles incident and the near incident with the Chicken Bacon Ranch, I've stayed out of harms way.

In any case, we talked a bit about summer progression and the preparation program that I sent forward to tide things over until I get there. But then he wanted to know if I could do pushups, the front leaning rest, and the other upper-body intensive drills that I run. I put the phone down and tried things out and though it was uncomfortable, it's nothing I can't handle off and on for few hours each day...

So for all you whining pussies that keep calling, emailing, sending IMs, and leaving comments here about my well-being simply because you hope I can't function and will therefore cancel some of the things we have to do - THINK AGAIN.

I'll be blistering your bitch asses until you catch fire.