...getting loaded and rocking out to Sweet Child O’ Mine? Awesome.

i always thought Chipper hurting his back was humorous, until it happened to me and my dad. My dad hurt his back tying his shoes and was bed ridden for like 2 days. Ill say it, it was hilarious. but it is really easy to hurt ur back doing monotonous things

and as far as Zumaya, i remember when GH 2 came out for the 360, me and 3 of my buddies played for around 20 straight hours. And my fingers were blistered and and my hands were sore as hell. plus oddly enough i had a wicked hangover…. weird i know. But GH can put u on the IR its a dangerous game. and if i had to guess Zumaya looks like a Black Sabbath “War Pigs” kind of guy

Here are some good ones. Makes me feel a little better. Maybe it’ll have the same effect on you.

Brian Griese nearly missed a football game against the Baltimore Ravens after he sprained his ankle when he was run over by his dog. “I was walking down the stairs and my dog came barreling down the stairs after me and clipped me, and I kind of twisted my ankle on the stairs,” Griese said.

Brent Mayne (former Royals catcher) wrenched his back when he turned his head to check for traffic while crossing a street in April of 2002. Brent spent four weeks on the disabled list with back spasms.

Scott Williamson had his 2002 baseball season end a few weeks early after he accidently slammed a bathroom door against his foot. Scott’s inability to get his foot out of the way of the door left him with two broken toes and a place on the disabled list.

While John Daly was playing golf at the Dutch Open in July, 2002, a piece of glass which was embedded in his hand worked its way out, causing John’s hand to begin seriously bleeding. Instead of going to a doctor to get stitches (the treatment which Kidzworld recommends,) John Daly squirted superglue on his hand to seal the wound. Did John spend the afternoon sniffing super glue when he came up with this idea? “I don’t care if it’s unwise medically,” Daly said. “I’m not going to watch it bleed.”

is the one about Glenallen Hill. He dreamed he was being chased by a spider and actually sleepwalked to get away from it. He broke a glass table with his foot and fell down a flight of stairs trying to get away from the “itsy-bitsy spider”.

Smoltz swears the iron story is not true, at least not as it’s told….

First game of a softball league as pitcher, I’m awaiting the ball from our first baseman, when someone calls my name. Coincidentally, the exact time my head swiveled was the release time of the ball, so when I look back to get the throw, the ball cracks me right in the face, where the bridge of my glasses meets my nose.

Dizziness, blood, confusion, concern, and finally laughter. PEELS of it as I stumbled off the diamond. Man, to be injured and bleed for my team should have been triumphant, rather than embarassing.

My injury only injured my pride (or whatever).....I was batting and the pitcher threw me a very low and outside pitch – the kind I like to shoot to right field if I ever get them, which is rare. So anyway, I lunged hard at that pitch because I REALLY wanted it, and I lunged really low to the ground. Well, I hit it, and when I came out of the batter’s box, I was still low to the ground myself, and as I was running, I kept getting lower and lower. My momentum kept me going, and I finally just hit the ground and rolled over two or three times – I got so disoriented I couldn’t get up, so I had to crawl the rest of the way to first as fast as I could. I beat the throw and was safe, so I had to stand there – alone – while everybody on both teams let me have it.

Not funny – I hurt my back this week mowing the grass. I couldn’t feel it really until the next day, but I literally couldn’t stand up in the morning. I know it’s called getting old (36), but geez – -I’ve never had it happen before. I was no good for like two days.

Last summer, I was playing left-center, substitute for some random team, for a rec-league at Atlanta’s Piedmont Park. A guy wearing a uniform shirt with “FRANCHISE” on the back of it was at-bat. I had been watching this primadonna in his early at-bats, so I knew he had a tendency to bloop a lot of hits past the shortstop, into shallow center – our league had this rule that there’s an outfield line that can’t be crossed until bat-contact, but I was planning to gun into shallow center to get FRANCHISE out. Sure enough, FRANCHISE bloops one into its usual territory, so I jog in, to make the catch, and I am calling for the ball...but the guy playing shortstop isn’t stopping, and he’s backpedaling right in my direction.

I make the catch, but the guy plows right into me, before I can apply a squeeze. Ball squirts right out of my glove, and I’m tipping over. I reach up with my left hand, and somehow snare it, bare-handed before I eat grass. Runners on first and second both tag up and take their next base, before I can recover, but at least I got FRANCHISE out.

It turns out that the shortstop had a hearing disability and was wearing a hearing aide, but couldn’t quite make out me calling him off for the ball, but it was a humbling moment being plowed right into, for a loopy-loop roller coaster highlight there. The ump/league owner said that the barehand was the best recovery he’d seen in his seven years of running the league.

The most recent wierd injury.