I’m late filing my blog today because I’m preparing for surgery on my ankle following breaking my leg playing hockey Sunday. You probably won't see many stories from me in the paper this week.
I have played organized hockey on and off since 1972 and never had a serious injury. I have been knocked out a few times, I’ve had stitches from a stick to the face and I’ve taken pucks to the face and other painful places more times than I can count.
But Sunday my leg got tangled up when I collided with an opposing player at Idaho IceWorld, the indoor rink that J.R. Simplot built for us, causing a bone to break and several ligament tears in the ankle. At 54, I’m thinking I’ve pushed my luck pretty far. I am at least thinking hanging up my skates, which is what my wife has wanted me to do for two years (after a teammate had a compound fracture in a playoff game.)