### A Beautiful Reunion 
  
It was my freshmen year of college and I had just returned home from Thanksgiving break. It was also the first time since college started that I got to see my high school buddies. We decided it was only proper to get together for a football game and to play the board game risk. The ultimate nerd-jock combination.  
  
The football games had been a tradition for years, except it was always played in the snow to keep the game slow and avoid injury. There was no snow this time. (You see where I'm going here)? 
  
What also was new, was how out of shape we were. Within a couple drives we were already wheezing and gasping for air. A new symptom of college food, lack of exercise and drinking. It was rather sad how quickly we deteriorated and I was no different. Sucking air after every snap, running out of gas halfway through the play, we didn't last long out there. After about 45 minutes the game was pretty much over. No one wanted to run anymore and the prospect of hot chocolate and pizza had people already heading to my house. I just couldn't let it end that way. 
  
"One more play" I yelled as I nodded to the quarterback to snap the ball. He did promptly and hit me in the flat. At this point, all but one member of the defense already quit, with only one member standing in my way. Joey was the last barrier to my touchdown and instead of just running around, I wanted to make an example of him by trucking him full speed. (For those of you who don't know, trucking is the process of physically annihilating someone with a collision so fierce that witnesses cringe at its brutality). I wound up for the impact, but at the last moment joey sidestep and used my weight to throw me on the the ground. 
  
"crack" I heard my right shoulder break under the pressure of my weight and the fall. Pain shot up into the region and I laid eyes closed for a moment. I started on a expletive rant that would make a pirate proud. 
  
I opened my eyes to see Joey T-bagging me while the others were circled up laughing.  I brushed him off and continued to hold my shoulder rolling in pain and swearing. Despite the pain and humiliation, I couldn't help but start laughing in between. I tried to relay that it was broken, but with my laughing half the group thought I was joking. Some believed me though. By the time we walked back I had convinced everyone that it was indeed broken. My mom, who is a nurse, quickly confirmed it and my parents wanted to take me to the hospital immediately.  
  
Being the stubborn person I am, refused. I needed to play risk because I often won and it was my favorite game. Surprisingly, my parents didn't force me. I played risk for about half an hour before the pain became too much of a discomfort to continue and I told my parents it was time to go. The rest of my friend however, stayed at our house alone getting to drink hot cocco and they just ordered pizza. 
  
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#### <center>It was all smiles in the hospital</center> 
  
I left the hospital in a sling and basically that was it. I didn't get any painkillers because they try to charge you up the ass for them, and the x-ray showed it didn't really need to be set. But when I got back....... 
  
THEY ATE ALL THE PIZZA! DIDN'T SAVE A SINGLE PIECE FOR ME! This is what really got me mad. Broken bone, it happens, but not saving me a piece after I just went to the hospital, not cool. Shows how important food is to me, but also what terrible friends. They actually are great, but not in this case. So we wrapped up the Risk game and called it a day! I still won't let the pizza thing go to this day and probably never will.