I punched a (drywall) wall back in 1989-1990 I think, over a Cowboy game. I hit a stud and broke my right wrist and two bones in my hand. It was one of those things that, the instant I did it, I wished it was 5 seconds ago.........
Stupid thing was, was that my heavy bag was less than 15 steps away hanging in the carport!! I was about 30 yrs. old then, it took almost a year for the pain to become bearable. It still cracks and pops, and hurts like the dickens if I overwork it. So I have this wrist problem the rest of my life all because of bad call in a Cowboy game. It's a good match with the "Star" tattoo as a "memento for life" of my undying fandom of the Dallas Cowboys I guess.
Ever since then, I've never even been tempted to pull a boner like that ever again. Nowadays, I just curse and scream profanities. My office and shop is the first floor of my house, and of course I have the TV piped into my office. But my wife and kids upstairs can hear most everything because it gets REAL loud down here, for the good OR the bad. Probably louder for the bad. Like yesterday. Those are the days that no one comes down stairs to "hang with dad" during the game. The wife of 15 years knows when to keep the kiddies up there. Then, the rest of the day, there's usually a stifling and eerie silence about the house and everyone walking on eggs around me. I don't go off on THEM, they haven't done anything wrong. They just know that for the rest of the day, the only conversation I offer are short, one word answers...........
