The unthinkable has happened. While busting a move, motivating like beckham and being generally off-the-chain, I tweaked the left biceps femoris while biting a chav. Translation: I pulled my hamstring. So now I get to watch Raiders of the Lost Ark tonight. It's been a tradition that whenever I get a major injury, I sit on the couch and watch the Lucas/Spielburgian masterpiece.

It all started back in 19 tickety-two when I was 14 and having a break-out year in track (long jumping 19'2") when a basketball injury during lunch (Gary VanBrocklin shoved me while I was up in the air, twisting my ankle) put me out for a couple weeks. But that night Dad had rented Raiders, which was something I really wanted to see, and it made me feel better.