So I'm at my fourth Yanks game of the season, with Sean, Justin and Nick, against the Mets, and everything's going great. The Yankees were winning, I had a beer and a hot dog while I wore my new Robinson Cano t-shirt, when it starts to downpour, and the game is on hold in the 4th inning. Since Sean and I were on the top tier, we tried to climb up a few rows to seek refuge under the roof. But, for a reason still unkown today, I lost my balance on the way up, fell backwards and rolled down the top tier of Yankee Stadium, tumbling fiercely quite a few rows, each one followed by a loud "Oooh!" from the surrounding fans, before I came to a complete stop. I seemed fine... Sean was at my landing point by the time I lost momentum, and he was shocked that I was even conscious, let alone laughing and making jokes. Buuuut, a few minutes later I realized my hand hurt like hell and my pinkie wasnt straight, so I sat down inside amongst the angry wet drunken men that crowded the inside of the stadium. Sean fetched the first aid people who absurdly insisted on transporting me through a chaotic stadium in a wheelchair just for some fake doctor in flip flops to give me an ice pack and advice to get x-rays.
Soooo, although I was in a lot of pain, I figured the ER could wait, and we returned to the game right behind home plate! I wasn't about to climb up the tiers again, HAH! The game went on a 63 minute delay, so we missed NOTHING by the time everything was said and done! It was awesome, I got to see Jeter bend over up close, and Damon pick a wedgie. Such a great night.
And we finished the night in the ER around 4am, which was a joke, considering my Doctor's name was Dr. Doolittle. But, the x-rays proved I chipped off a piece of my bone in my pinkie, making this my first official broken bone, and I couldn't have asked for a more fun way to do it.























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