...his co-workers suggested I might have been the cause. No. The next younger member of our family gets the credit for that.Jeff had been playing in the basement with the kids while I did some work on the computer Monday night. All of a sudden I heard him exclaim, "Oh, AJ, don't do that." I naturally assumed AJ had collided with Jeff a few feet lower on the body. But no.
And just how did the injury occur? During a game I hadn't realized could be such an extreme contact sport. It was a highly competitive game of... Gator Golf.
Perhaps it was the new dress... I mean, jersey... from Grandpa and Grandma that inspired them. Or maybe it was just my boys' obsession with a certain other sport. But apparently Gator Golf evolved into a hybrid of hockey, becoming a rough game with few rules. Because as AJ explained to me, "I hit Daddy in the eye. But I said I was sorry, so I didn't get a penalty."
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