This last Sunday Dave broke his nose. I think it is ironic that of all the days to break his nose it happened on a Sunday; day of rest and all that. There was no amazing dive for a ball, awesome attempt at a basket, or even (gasp...but it was Memorial day weekend) crazy fight to defend my honor. But it is still a story worth telling. After all noses don't get broken every day.
We had just come home from church and Dave and Chase were headed inside. On their way in though they couldn't resist a few shots at the tennis ball hanging from the ceiling of the garage to prevent me from driving my car into the house. So a header here and a header there and in one fatal swoop (fatal for Dave's nose that is) Chase head butted not the ball but Dave's nose.
There was blood everywhere. Dave grabbed his nose, made a few groans as he crouched near the ground and then let go as blood gushed onto my garage floor. I think I almost passed out. I managed to control my lurching stomach enough to get Dave a towel and witness Chase's mad dash for his bedroom where he commenced in crying. Half from horrified sorrow and terrified fear (he did not get in trouble...but when you're a kid I guess yo never know).
We drove down to the Crawfords (or closest ENT friend), only to knock at an empty house. (that's another story....we drove right passed our poor friends abandoned on the road on our way home. maybe the broken nose was pay back) Next we drove over to the Phillips (our oral surgery friend). Man it's good to have so many doctor friends. Anyway. It's broken just slightly.