The day was Friday - the day before my comeback. The long wait had been compared to the eon-long wait for the 10th album by K-pop boy group “Shinhwa” in Japan. Am I right??
Okay, so only a select few people were waiting. Nevertheless, I was one of them.
It was a pretty basic one as far as pre-game Fridays go, albeit the 13th. I paid no notice to the fact it is considered a day of bad omens, since I’m not really Triskaidekaphobic (I just taught you a new word, and secretly I was hoping for a man-of-the-match performance on Saturday so I could use that word in the post-game interview and bamboozle everyone, but that’s neither here nor there).
Anyway, since it was Friday the 13th, I decided to take the traditional route and go to the movies to watch a cruel and horrifying motion picture. Little did I know at the time exactly how much I would enjoy Titanic 3D.
The next day, incidentally a 100 years to the day the famous ship hit the iceberg and sank, I would also venture on a voyage, though not my maiden one. However, I was out of action for so long it felt like the first time.
It’s crazy how aware you become of everything in the build-up, as opposed to the way you experience it 10 games down the line. The pre-match meal tasted better than any meal I ever tasted, the hour-long bus drive from Pretoria to Ellis Park felt like a school outing, and the 60 minutes I had to wait before I was unleashed onto the field felt like the hour you take to get ready before you meet the girl of your dreams for your very first date at a fancy restaurant.
Sadly, and applicable to each of them – it was all over far too quickly.
I carried the ball into contact, and as I hit the defender, I felt it in my left hamstring - that terribly weird sensation.
I remember lying there after the ruck thinking to myself, “This can’t be happening”.
It did though, and I can’t change it.
Oddly enough, that was the last moment I allowed myself to feel sorry for myself, maybe because I knew it would overwhelm me if I did. It would have been so easy though - I mean, I’ve really been working my backside off to get back into the mix.
I’ll be the first to admit I want to conquer the world on every other platform most of the time, but for the first time in a while I chose Rugby as my ride. I managed to get a 12-week target for my forearm injury down to seven weeks, and I haven’t felt this good physically in what feels like forever (says the guy with the hamstring injury, I know, but that’s why it felt so bizarre). I even, for once, listened to those irritating people who always rant and rave about the power of positive thinking, as opposed to my broody self.
Well, it worked its magic, but the final scene wasn’t quite what I had hoped for, and I’m staring another rehab stint of 4 to 6 weeks in the eye.
Well, if you look at it this way, I’ll be back again 12 weeks after I injured my forearm, which was the initially anticipated lay-off, so maybe that’s the way it should be. Perhaps, if I had played any sooner, I might have broken my neck, or worse - my guitar-playing hand.
So I guess I’m lucky after all...
Lucky I just came from a long stint of rehab, so this one ought to be a breeze.
I’ll tell you what - the 10 minutes on the field I was lucky enough to get, felt so good it was almost worth it, and I didn’t look too shabby did I?
Anyway, now I’ve got some more time to spend on my upperbody conditioning after the lay-off with my forearm, and if I’m really lucky, I’ll look like Johnny Bravo when I make my next comeback.
I’ll spend the rest of my time designing a logo for my company, Antihero Properties, which, at this point time, I can’t really refer to as a property company, since it doesn’t own any... but lucky guy that I am, I’ve got some time to remedy that.
And I’m no different from any other girl - when I’m down, I shop. As of tomorrow I’ll be the lucky owner of a new Jeep Wrangler (I’m not trying to compensate for my strong feminine side at all). My hand was forced a bit though – Jenny, my 44-year-old Camaro needs a service every two weeks, and if I’m well-behaved, I get about three kilometers to a litre.
By the way, if any of you have a contact for Jeep accessories, drop me a comment below. I’ll hook you up with a jersey (last year’s one)...
And as luck would have it, Zsa Zsa the bulldog’s eyelid seems to be swollen again, so she might need to undergo another operation, which means I get to see her suffering from the effects of anesthesia again. Good times...
I’ll be back in a month’s time guys, and I’m gonna be good... and luck will have nothing to do with it.
Have a good week, and even if you don’t have a contact for Jeep accessories, drop me a comment below.