I had the pleasure of attending the Diamondbacks/Brewers game on Monday night. A number of slightly cool, sudsy beverages were consumed, a few plugs of Big Chief (Red Man, for the lepers,) were chewed, nine innings of pretty exciting baseball were played, and one man's testicle was fractured.
Chris Snyder, after a very well placed foul tip, is both less of and more of a man than any of us. I'll be damned if he didn't stay behind the plate and finish out the inning despite his yet to be discovered, horrific injury. If I were in his shoes, I would have needed to be completely immobilized and airlifted to the nearest trauma center.
Here's to you, Chris Snyder. I watched you wince through a night on the job despite a fault line in your manhood, proving true the old adage that you'll always see something new on a trip to the ballpark. May your boys heal nicely and may this crazy guy soon pay you a visit.
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"Send over a bottle of bubbly with a bucket of ice and a card. Have it say, "Tough break, get drunk on me. Use the bucket to ice down your marbles"
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