My Finger

So while I was in Boston, Jay and I were playing catch in the field before the game.

We were not that good.

So then we decided that we were tired and we started to drink more.

Then we decided to play more and this awesomeness happened!

Linked to the NECN where we were seen on tv!

Before too long at dusk, we decided to throw the ball around a bit more cause, well, we were pretty pumped for the game.


Alas! One throw I ended up losing the ball in the trees/darkness and the ball hit the tip of my finger. It fucking hurt. But I was ok cause I was drinking and the awesomeness of Monday night football and Fuck the Jets was too much to be overcome by physical pain.


So we went to the stadium and watched what was for us, the best game of football I have ever seen in a 45-3 trouncing of my least respected team, Fuck the Jets.


The very next day I woke up and WTF, my hand was a blaze!

I could move it, it didn't hurt to touch; So I was all good.


But Wednesday it hurt. Thursday it hurt. Fuck, right at this very moment it hurts. Especially since I am stacking 4 cords of wood with a broken hand. I sucks big time. Like a lot.


So now here we are at the point of this story.


I am more convinced than ever to cut off my iron ring which just happens to be on this busted finger. The swelling is; I've just had enough of this shit.


THE DILEMMA!


This is not my iron ring. You see, Dave was talking to me one fine driveway Sunday afternoon about this thing he did where he swapped rings with this chick (Socks lesbian engineering friend). They had the same size, she is crazy, he likes girls... So that was that and there we were.


Well, it just happens that Dave and I have the same ring size. I know I know, 6th gayest thing.


So we swapped and that was that. So my mission was now to swap rings back with her and end this circle jerk of jewelry.


Oh ya... I've only met this girl once. I was at this epic house party in the summer where my friends started throwing lit 2 foot sparklers into the 100 ft pine trees in their back yard. I remember now... that night fully ended with inappropriateness so I was told.


So it's my finger and her ring. I love my ring; it's one of my favorite things.


I also love my finger.


So if I cut off her ring, will I be be destroying one of her favorite things? Chances are: Not. And if the fucking ring doesn't come off; my finger just might.


In the end, I really don't want to have the hassle of getting a new ring if I kill this one. So guess I'll just wait and see if the swelling goes down.


Plus my uncle and cousin showed up and helped me stack the rest of the wood. Win.