So I'm sitting here on a Saturday night fighting a stomach flu. I can barely move around. Eating anything? Forget about it! Alright, I know I'm a big puss, but it got me thinking how can pro athletes play nightly with injuries and illnesses and heartburn has sidelined me.
So MJ was able to puke up a lung and beat the Jazz. Kirk Gibson couldn't even walk and he was able to beat the A's. Byron Leftwich had to be carried by his linemen in college between plays. And me, I'm writting this article from the crapper and I'm having a hard time concentrating. How do they do it?
I know they have private chefs, massage therapist and groupies to nurse them back to health and keep them fit and I have gingerale, a heating pad and skinamax to keep me going, but I still don't know how they do it.
With that in mind, the next time you are looking like the exorsist or feel like Linda Blair and you are laying on the couch moaning and groaning, remember somewhere someone is playing hurt or sick and you are just being a big puss. Like Ferris Bueller once said,"Be a man and take some Pepto Bismol and come on over!"
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Well put Chris. Whatever it is that's going around, I officially have it. Started last night at work. I've been breathing Zicam, popping Ibuprofen (head is going to explode), and drinking fluids most of the day, trying to will it away. Alas, I think I'm going to fall asleep typing this... but I can't because I have to wait to put the kids to sleep first. Problem is, I have an overtime shift tomorrow, which can be hard to come by. The extra blingage is for a Disneyland in a couple weeks. So as they say, and as you so finely put in your article, just gotta saddle up, hold on and try to to puke on anyone... Cheers~!
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