Well, a poker injury, anyway, which is as close to organized sports as I get. Was playing at Ballys at 4 AM and suddenly a hand muscle I didn’t know I had went apeshit for a half-hour. Bent my index finger at an angle that I can’t reach by choice, and wouldn’t move back. It was kinda freaky.

In retrospect, I’ll chalk it up to four straight hours of chip-shuffling after a long break from the tables. Or maybe it’s because I’ve had insomnia for the last 69 hours, excepting a three-hour power nap.

Nah, couldn’t be. That’s barely over 80% of my lifetime record.