This week has underscored the “I’m not a sports fan” segment of my personality. The first baseman on the local professional baseball team, Albert Pujois, was mentioned multiple times every hour on the radio. The reason? About two weeks ago he broke his wrist in a collision during a game. The “woe to us” reports were awful and I thought insulting to the other players. It appeared that the team wouldn’t be able to play or win a game without Albert.
Well, lo and behold, he came off the DL (disabled list) this week, and is once again playing. No one understands why or how his broken wrist healed so quickly. Originally he was supposed to be out six or eight weeks and here he was back after just two. My take on the whole thing is that it wasn’t a real broken wrist but perhaps a cracked bone in one of the lesser bones in the wrist.
I don’t know. I just know I’m tired of hearing about it. And the team did manage to win some games while he was out. I was amused at a short letter to the editor of the paper today. Someone wrote in that if it worked for him, maybe the writer should have Pujois pray for his hip.