Juliana, how hard/long is it for you to get to Chicago?

6 hours, and given the price of gas/Amtrak/flights, a little difficult. Depending on the timing, though, I could drag Z along, have him audition for an Equity house or two, and write the trip off. When are you thinking?

My only contribution to the cup discussion is that men aren't allowed to wear cups in rugby (or at least weren't in college rugby). Too much potential for injury to others. Think about that.

t makes note to never have balls and get kicked in them

no cups in rugby here, either.

no cups in rugby here, either.

Which means I bet there is crying, unlike in baseball.

Too much potential for injury to others. Think about that.

Yes, you wouldn't want the hooker to get scraped knuckles when he is punching you in the rocks. However, the eye-gouging and ear-biting are regrettable occurrences in an otherwise gentlemanly sport.

Huh. Pain. Weird.

I can't think of the last time I've had pain that intense. I mean, it hurt like hell when I broke my ankle and when I broke my wrist, but even then the pain was nothing like what Frankenbuddha and others have described. Heck, I was even walking on my ankle after I had broken it in two places (I had no idea it was broken). (I knew I had broken my wrist when it happened because it was at some funny angle that a wrist should never be at.)

And when I got hit by a car and broke my leg and messed up my knee, it wasn't hugely painful. I knew from the force of impact that something must have been messed up, so I didn't try walking on it, but no huge amounts of pain....

That was some very enlightening reading about tax things I hadn't really understood before (well, and never really tried to, so there's that), explained so clearly by bon bon. That, then, is the thing I learned today. And it's so early yet; I can just relax for the rest of the day, having accomplished the learning already.

I cannot wait for the cooling off front that is coming from Teppy's direction. Cannot wait.

The worst pain I've ever felt happened when I slammed a heavy, heavy swinging bathroom door on my hand right around the middle knuckle on down to the tips of my fingers. I had to sit down immediately, then I moved to my office and reclined for a good 20 minutes while repeating "do not throw up" over and over again in my brain. Radiating waves of naseau and an inability to do anything other than lie still - almost as bad as the actual pain in the hand.

Well. That was cheery.

Which means I bet there is crying, unlike in baseball.

no, suprisingly, the testicles are rarely injured.

However, the eye-gouging and ear-biting are regrettable occurrences in an otherwise gentlemanly sport.

were you drunk the last time you watched rugby? Oh, wait, you were watching rugby, OF COURSE you were drunk. :)

Oh, tommyrot also reminds me the last time I seriously crunched, as opposed to just turning, my (admitedely weak, having once been badly sprained) ankle. That produced a grey-out/nausea wave too.

I have no personal experience with testicular trauma. I tired to think of the various bodily injuries I have dealt with on the pain scale. Still labor and delivery so way more painful that the car smooshed fingers just don't compare.