World Cup Fever Spreads to the Plantar Fascia...

While playing futbol with pals last Friday, my son Evan landed awkwardly on his foot and heard four loud pops immediately after. The midfielder guarding him heard the sounds too... Ominous portents, to be sure. Two days later, he sent the photos below via phonecam. FUCK!!







While not quite as tall as his old man, Evan's a tough fucking customer and could likely dismember my ass without breaking a sweat. That noted, he's hurting. If I'd been him I'd have been weeping like Pippi Långstrump after gal-pal Annika moved to the Bay Area to be a herpes counselor...

Son, big love but no foot rubs for a while...

Love,

Dad