Watts Family

This story may require a bit of background. I have been known to experience my fair share of aches and pains over the last few years. I attribute this principally to two things. First, I had a second, or maybe it was a third or fourth, cousin who was a catcher for the Houston Astros in the 80′s and because of this I thought it was a good idea that I should be one as well, even though I sent him some of my treasured baseball cards for him to sign and never received them back. For the 10 years I played catcher all the way through high school, I thought this was a great decision. Now, almost 10 years later, I’m beginning to second guess due to pain and stiffness I occasionally feel in my knees.

Second, I am an auditor. I sit behind a computer all day and make Excel formulas. (It’s a lot more exciting than it sounds, well, who am I kidding, no it’s not) This never hit home more than when I went to Arizona over Christmas. We went to Molly’s cabin in Pinetop where, much to my surprise, there was close to two feet of snow. I thought back to my scouting days and decided to do my good turn daily and shovel the driveway. All went well until I got a couple of killer blisters on my hand, think Excel here. Nelson-Watts construction would be ashamed.

So, needless to say, Molly sometimes thinks I am hiding in an 80 year old body, which I, of course, vehemently deny. Although, after reading what I just wrote, I am beginning to question that fact myself. During this same trip, I played racquetball with my brother-in-law Parker. Bad idea. I figured there wasn’t much to the game, I’m a pretty coordinated kid, I can hit a small ball with a large racquet. Boy was I wrong, Parker absolutely waxed the floor with me, it was both humbling and a little embarrassing.

Well, with all that being said, the night after I got worked over, my foot started to hurt pretty bad. I didn’t think much of it and when it felt much better a few hours later I officially stopped worrying about it. Well, the next morning it was much worse and the morning after that, when I was back home in Chicago it was so bad I couldn’t even walk. I figured I was even worse off than I originally thought, a game of racquetball did this? I couldn’t believe it. And yes, that is my pitching wedge that I had to use as a cane, it was all I could find and I couldn’t walk without it. Molly had a lot of fun with that.

After a nice visit with my local doctor, he said it was an infection. What? I thought my foot might have been broken, at least that would give me a decent excuse for the poor showing on the racquetball court. How in the world do you get an infection in your foot, when you haven’t gone barefoot anywhere and don’t have any kind of cut, dry skin, nothing? So, a few days and a lot of antibiotics later, foot was back to normal. Luckily enough for me, it bought me some more time to convince Molly that I’m not completely falling apart.

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