We’re on vacation this week, and loving it. Coeur D’Alene, Idaho, is a pretty city in the panhandle of Idaho. Our place is right on Lake Coeur D’Alene.
The other night we were watching some of the Olympics on TV. A Russian gymnastics competitor was on the parallel bars. About half-way through his routine he did a back flip and “stubbed” his middle finger on the bar. At the second knuckle, his finger was suddenly pointing 90 degrees to the right, crossing over his ring finger. ARGH! OUCH!
He dropped off the bars, looked at his finger, and ran over to his coach. His coach popped it back into position and the guy jumped back onto the bars and finished his routine.
During all this the announcer – who used to be a stud gymnast himself 20 years ago – calmly says, “Oh, dislocated fingers like that happen all the time. It’s no big deal.” Man.
And while I was watching this, all I could think about was the scene in the movie Major Payne where during a battle Major Payne runs up to a wounded soldier who is screaming in agony.
Soldier: Arrrrghhhh!!! My leg!!!! Arrrggghhh!!”
Payne: Want me to make you forget about that pain in your leg?
Soldier: (incoherent, glazed look in his eyes, unable to answer) – Ungh?
Payne: You might feel a little pressure (Payne says as he lifts the soldier’s hand).
SNAP! Payne cracks the guy’s middle finger over to the side, just like the Russian gymnast’s.
But the Russian gymnast wasn’t in a movie and it wasn’t fake. Ouch!