I was playing basketball after last week's taping, and I caught the ball on the wing. I made a move and felt someone shoot me in the back of the leg with a gun. I pulled up and looked behind me, trying to figure out who did it. But no one was there. That's when I realized that I was in real trouble.
I limped to my car and went home and put some ice on it. I've been hobbling around ever since.
After no visible sign of anything wrong on my leg, I woke up this morning to find my foot had blown up.
Getting old is the worst.