I broke my left hand. Actually, I only broke one bone of many in my left hand, but since this splint I have on right now prevents me from using most of the other bones in my hand, I consider the whole hand broken.

It all happened Sunday night. I was playing in the semi-final game for my Rochester roller hockey team. Some loser checked me (which is okay in the non-checking league I play in). In retaliation, I tried to block his shot by diving feet-first into the player, thereby knocking him down. I did not break my hand on that play.

Later that shift I decided it would be a fantastic idea to block a shot with my hand. That shot broke my hand. It hurt a lot so I sat out for the rest of the game. However, my team won, so we advanced to the championship, which started only a few minutes later. I decided I was ready to go, so I suited up and stepped on the rink.

Early in the game I skated by everyone on the other team to score a pretty nice goal, which ended up being just one of many in the blow-out that ensued. After the game I went to Rochester General to find out that my hand was indeed broken and thereafter get it repaired.