Whew! Not only did it hit the fan, it broke the fan.
Burghers are not only worried about Benny’s recovery (as we should be), but they are pissed as heck at Benny for thinking he is invincible and riding a motorcycle, period. Not just riding one without a helmet. Every person I have talked to, their first reaction is “Idiot!” and their second reaction is “I hope he’ll be okay.” and their third reaction is “However, idiot!”
In fact, this morning as I walked out of Donna Lisa’s coffee with my latte, a pigeon walked right up to me, pecked my painted toe, and said “I’ma kick his ass.” Sure I threw my latte on him and ran away screaming because the pigeons can talk now; but it’s beside the point: The pigeons are pissed too.
And be ye warned. This story is NOT going to go away anytime soon. Two scenarios:
1. Ben gets out of the hospital and is given the green light to play football, and then we will be hit with the commentary every single game as to if the accident has affected his ability to play, what Ben learned from the accident, if we win the Super Bowl again — how Ben overcame his injuries to win again … it will never end.
2. Ben’s career is over due to either a metal something or his eyes or balance not being right, and then we will be hit with never ending commentary at every single game about how Ben isn’t there, helmet safety, what Ben must be going through watching his team and not being able to play, a touching video on a career shortened by an accident … it will never end.
Sigh. I think I prefer scenario number 1.