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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required SPORTS INJURIES I come in at number seven for Wanoona cricket club, to face the bowlers from Dargetta, a mob from out the scrub. I was doing pretty good, right up ‘til I was forty-four, and then a bouncer dropped me cold, so I couldn’t bat no more. My world was spinning ‘round in circles; I’m in a gyrating waltz, until confronted with the first aid box and the evil smelling salts. I was feeling like the morning after a night out on the grog, and with nine down and six runs needed, I’m back batting in a fog. Just hold your end up urged my partner; he’ll knock off the needed runs, but I kept seeing two balls coming, as if they’re fired from guns. Dargetta showed no sympathy, they still bowled at quite a pace,. When another bouncer got me; me nose was splattered ‘cross me face. This time it was more serious, the first aid box was useless now, for a broken nose and flowing blood, needs more than they allow, so it’s off to to the outpatients, to see if they can fix my nose. I held a towel up to my face, and blood covered all my clothes. I booked in to see a doctor, but then sat out in the foyer, and half a dozen people passed and suggest I see a lawyer, then a bloke who’s anxious joined me, and so for what it’s worth. I watched him pacing up and down as if his wife is giving birth. He was dressed in golf attire, so had come straight there from the course. I tried to calm him down a mite and seek out to find the source, of this fellows agitation and why he’s in this panic state, but when a nurse confronted him, I heard about his nervous wait. The nurse asked the bloke if he’s okay and heard his shaken quote. “My golfing mate needs to remove me golf ball, driven down his throat. He’s being operated on right now”, and then I heard him drawl. ‘I hope they’re bloody careful, and don’t do damage to my ball.’
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