Years ago I was prone, on my side, on the couch idling away the minutes remaining before the kickoff of a USA v Mexico televised match. I was messing with some reading, got distracted, and lost sight of the mission.
The instant I realized the danger, I went airborne, clearing the coffee table between the couch and tv, landing in a cat-like pose facing the tv, my focus tightly zeroed in on the “On” button. I have no idea how I managed a four foot flight with a perfect 90 degree rotation and four point landing, all from an on-the-side, semi fetal, slumberish pose. It’s just amazing what the human body can do when the stakes are so high!
The landing, unfortunately, was just short of perfect. Both knees and my left hand did their parts well. But, my right hand had one more task to complete if I was to hear the referee’s whistle. Instead of coming to rest like its colleagues, it had to immediately rebound from its landing spot and thrust forward to push the “On” button.
As it began its arc from the floor to the tv, its tip snagged in the brilliant green shag carpet. There was a loud snap as the tip folded under the rest of the advancing finger, and all my weight fell onto it. It looked quite the mutant!
But, it didn’t hurt nearly as much as missing the kickoff. And, it healed very nicely with the aid of one of those inexpensive finger splints.
So, I say it will heal in a few weeks, and will be as good as new. And, we’ll all be treated to another gem at the next ABF recital!