I watched parts of the National Championship football game last night. Like many of the Alabama football players, I too play hurt. The center for the Crimson Tide played last night with a ligament issue in his left foot.
Last week as I snorkeled in the Caribbean looking for "big game", or actually, really pretty little colorful fish, I didn't let the injury or the blood that streamed down my face concern me.
In a football game, if a player is injured but tells his coach he is ready to play but the coach disagrees, they will take the players helmet away from him and hide it, assuring he will not re-enter the game.
Here's how it happened. As my daughter and I swam out from the beach about 50 yards in search of the sea turtle, we suddenly spotted a couple of them grazing on some sea grass on the bottom about 15 feet below.
We hovered above them on the surface just watching these beautiful armor plated creatures, always keeping in mind that we are just visitors in their beautiful underwater world.
The temptation to get even closer was too much so we soon found ourselves directly above these salad eating turtles Suddenly one of them angles his body skyward and with the grace of a stealth fighter glides towards the surface. As he gulped in some air I cruised ever so closer. Mr. Turtle than turned his body and paused, about 1 foot from my face, looking directly into my eyes. I was thinking to myself, please don't attack me with that vise like jaw of yours.
And then, he tilted his colorful shell downward and headed back to the bottom for another helping of lush sea grass.
So, how did I get injured?
I was walking the beach looking down for treasures and I suddenly walked right into a thorny branch that was over hanging the beach.
It was an attack by a branch, I tell you.
As I walked back, bloodied, toward our family base camp on the beach, looking for some medical attention and some sympathy, what I received instead was, " wait dad, let me get the camera."
That's right, I'm a gamer.