Ninja Days

My ninja days are officially over. Obviously I am never going to be Karate Kid VII. Here is a picture of my busted up hand that required seven stitches. And below that is the video of my first and last karate experience including my cool jumpsuit. You will see my crazy mad skills and at least one spinning back kick. Unfortunately you will also see my holding my broken, bleeding, useless hand after it gets pummeled. Enjoy.








Some things I learned from this.
1. Don’t spend your lunch break fighting with a black belt, even a black belt that seems to have no athletic ability whatsoever.
2. My kids are morbid and sadistic. They made me uncover my hand numerous times to gaze at the huge gash and marvel at the blood streaming into the sink.
3. When the young, hot female doctor says that she is going to numb the wound with a needle and it MIGHT hurt a little. She ain’t shitting. It felt like she was drilling for oil on the finger bone at least a dozen times. The actual kick never hurt anything like that.
4. Coming home to a wife that has been with numerous children all day and explaining that I hurt my finger while playing ninja at my cushy job doesn’t get a lot of sympathy.
5. Tetanus shots REALLY do hurt the next day.
6. I AM NOT A REAL NINJA.