The time a football player tried to break my nose..

Usually I try to write my own blog post for the day before I get sucked into reading all of my daily blog reads, otherwise my blog post doesn't get written until 3pm or at all. Facts of life, people.

But yesterday, I didn't get to read all of my daily reads. *GASP* I know. It was horrible.. and my sister's fault. She just finished her freshman year in college. *insert sobs* She's home now for the summer, and a bunch of her friends that I adore and love are also home for the summer. They were all at my parents house last night and they called me and forced me to come over. I was in big sister heaven. All my little babies are home!

Whoa, that train derailed quickly, back on track.. So this morning instead of writing a post first, I thought I'd catch up on some of my reads.

Which brings me to the inspiration for this post.. Sweet Beth from Hang on, Honey wrote a post today about what she's learned from blogging. So after I was done laughing, I re-read them and came up with my post for today.. #3 on her list. An embarrassing story.

Now I'm not totally sure if this is MY embarrassing story or someone else's. Either way, I'm telling it.

So approximately 2 years ago I was working at a college athletic facility and I was walking around a corner. To my surprise, so was someone else, coming the opposite direction. He happened to be a football player. He happened to be rather large. And no surprise here, collision ensues.

After sad collision, my nose was gushing blood. Pretty great visual, right? This poor football player is totally freaking out. He probably said "I'm sorry, I'm so sorry" a thousand times. And I'm over here, holding my nose, bleeding everywhere, trying to reassure HIM that it's okay.

So he decides/insists that I let him walk me down to the trainer. Okay, fine. I've never had a bloody nose in my life, so I don't really know what to do anyway. And in the middle of his "I'm sorry"s Mr. Football Player mentions that he hopes my nose isn't broken. Oh, hadn't even thought of that. Super.

So we get down to the trainer, who I happen to know. But that's another story for another day. Let's just say it's awkward. So Mr. Football Player is totally clueless to the big elephant in the room. You could cut the awkward tension with a knife, it's that bad. But no, he's over here talking away saying some more "I'm sorry"s.

He's also standing fairly close while I'm sitting on the counter being checked out. The trainer walks away to go get something and I had just brought my hand down, so my bloody, possibly broken nose is totally unprotected. You know where this is going, don't you? Mr. Football Player tries to reach around me and grab something off of the shelf behind me and BAM! He hits my nose again.

Now until this moment, I'd been doing a good job of controlling myself. No tears. Well, insert water works. I'm bleeding, I'm crying. Mr. Football Player is stammering. At this point I don't even know what he's saying because I've totally tuned him out. The trainer rushes over and sends Mr. Football Player to the opposite side of the room and finishes taking care of me.

Every time I saw Mr. Football Player that year, he would be overly nice and friendly.. and turn beat red. Every. Time.

Oh, and my nose wasn't broken. Thank goodness for small favors.

So that's my embarrassing story. Embarrassing for me because I had some interesting past history with the trainer and I'm bleeding all over him. Embarrassing for Mr. Football Player because he was such a klutz.

Also this is a word heavy post because there are absolutely no pictures of this event. Thank goodness again for small favors.