He paid the ultimate sacrifice, he gave all that he had to give, he laid down that he may walk so his brother nannas could continue the fight. Sometimes a man has to give up everything, to gain nothing at all.

This is my leg in the slightly shabby plaster cast that the kojaks in emergency put on.

Now check out this sonbitch, it’s your hybrid plaster/fibreglass puppy installed by the trueschool plaster techs at the St Vincents fracture clinic. Yes sir it is lighter, stronger, better fitting and tougher looking… hell even the photo composed itself better in the presence of this beauty. Note the distinct lack of plaster skank on the toes and upper shin when the job is done right. Note also the ‘closer to right angle’ relationship between the foot and the leg in the second cast.

Alright, enough poorly interpreted medical knowledge. Tonight seek not revenge for your smoten coach, seek victory in the pureness of the belief that only the nannas will prevail.