mauled

so i was at work the other day playing ultimate with some coworkers when some monster mountain lion comes bounding out of the brush and chases us. of course it goes for the only asian in the crowd (cause we're rare in these parts and it probably wanted to taste something new) and so i'm running for my life. thankfully everyone here carries a shotgun in their car so a couple of them managed to scare it off by shooting in the air. but not before this happened...
there was a lot more blood when it first happened. my whole knee was covered in blood and it looked a lot worse than it actually was. i'm just glad i didn't have my leg totally taken off. and i'm not sure what people are hunting in the winter, but if it means they keep their shotgun in their car i'm all for it.

ok. i lied. it wasn't a mountain lion. it was a cat. a pet cat.
ok. i lied again. i did this to myself. pretty much nothing before the first "i lied" is true. well, except for the playing ultimate part.

so it had snowed a good bunch about a week ago so when we played last week the snow was nice and soft. but then we got to negative temps and the snow froze...into, who would've guessed, ice. and i figured you haven't lived til you've played basketball ultimate in freezing temps, in shorts. and you really haven't lived until you dive for a frisbee in the snow/ice in shorts. i have officially lived.