spear me i was defending a guy in last week's hockey game. i made a play on the puck. my stick got firmly wedged in the crack of a door. we were flying along the boards at top speed. i charged directly into a set spear. it caught me on the lower left side of my abdominal wall. usually the stick breaks under that much force. this one didn't. i went down screamin. i knew i was hurt and tried to get up to get off the rink. failed. the nice boy on the other team asked me if i was okay. i said, oh yeah sure i'm fine. what actually came out was another, unnnnnnnhhhhhhh. i needed to puke. my legs still didn't work. but hands did. so i took off my helmet. and i could speak again. they asked me to not puke on the floor. i was right next to a door. but it couldn't be opened from inside the rink. great. i left the rink as soon as i could get my wheels under me. i went to a conveniently located garbage can. guts hurt a lot. i pretty much took it on the bladder. i was worried it was ruptured. so i went to the conveniently located bathroom. there was a big sign on the door saying out of order, please use the other bathroom on the other end of this huge building. great. this is the kid's bathroom. so they've got mini pots. great. i'm wearing skates. and lots of protective gear. i manage to get it all mostly removed. and squeezed out a few squirts of urine. most of which got in the pot. pee, sweat, not much difference. no blood. whew. i'm just bruised.  ¶ 11:00 AM