A bone doesn't heal in two weeks. It hurts some days more than others. Sometimes it just wants to ache for no reason. Right now, I'm just trying to get over that hump.

I know: yes, no, even I must tear off
The delicate daisy petals.
Everyone on earth is destined to feel
The torments of love.

Love brought its tail of pains,
its long static beam of thorns,
and we close our eyes so that nothing,
so that no wound will separate us.

This stinks, and it hurts, ... It's going to take a few days.

I always feel like what I've got is weatherproof. I can play through anything: rain, sleet, snow. I always tell the coaches, 'Don't be afraid to throw the ball in the rain or snow.

I hope it's 105 degrees.