So many of you have heard that I cut my hand open at bocce trying to open a bottle of wine. I was using one of those stupid two pronged Osos, and the neck of bottle shattered in my left hand. At first I was amazed that I could be holding a pile of glass in my palm without getting cut. Then I noticed the gaping hole in the webbing by my thumb and all of the tendons showing in my hand. There was no pain and almost no blood. But at the urging of the team, I had my buddy Malcolm take me to St. Helena hospital.
Before sowing my hand up, Dr. Mischkin asked if I was allergic to any pain killers such as cocaine. To tell you the truth I did not realize cocaine was a pain killer, but I replied that I would not know if I was allergic given that I had never tried it. Having not taken the bait on his clever ruse, he sowed my hand and sent me on my way.
Now the weird part. I get an email from my one of my best friends in Boston Kevin Shea, asking if the following twitter message some how pertained to me:
I saw Kevin’s tendon when he sliced his hand on that wine bottle.
