I think my hip has popped out. I want to kill someone it hurts so bad and I know that it is doubtful that I will get much sleep tonight. To recap the day quickly, my son got cleated in the face and got sandwiched and his ribs pounded to where he was flat on the field with the wind knocked out of him. He didn't move and it scared me to death. He will be one sore somebody tomorrow.
Night all. I will leave you with the worst and funniest child's costume I have seen yet this season. It would go good with some fava beans and a nice chianti: