Well, it's true. An illustrious career of wowing audiences (in my living room) with my complete lack of shame has come to an end. A career-ending injury in the prime of my glory.
It all started when a friend of my wife's came over and showed us what she'd been learning in her class. It was surreal to see it happening in my living room, but she clearly had skill and grace...
So of course I had to try it...
My wife was my biggest fan, and every time one of her friends came over she insisted that I river dance for them. At first it was fun, but I soon started to feel like Susan Alexander Kane forced to perform while the audiences all laugh at me.
Last night, my wife called on me again to entertain her friends. I've stopped refusing because she's relentless in her pleadings. Well, on the last leap, I landed and heard a peculiar snap and felt the most severe pain I've ever felt. And now...
The E.R. folks said it was a pretty bad sprain. (HERE are some gross photos of the foot) And they also awarded me the honor of having the best E.R. story of the night. One physician's assistant even said "Awesome. Great story." Some might wince at the idea of telling people that they sprained their ankle doing a bad Michael Flatley impersonation, but I can think of no better reason to "Go down" than in service of a laugh.
3 comments:
You're a new breed of hero, sir.
haha, you said "go down in the service of a laugh". Haha.
Oh shut up, you know it was funny.
Wow Dan, hope you are feeling better. Don't believe them when they tell you you will never dance again! You will overcome!
Jeff from Orlando
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