Bryce's shoulder continues to be a villain.
The world is a horrible horrible place.
You will die.
Your family will die.
Your friends will die.
Your turtle will die.
That is life.
Death is inevitable.
Do you know what isn’t inevitable.
Shoulder injuries.
Shoulder injuries that shatter the hopes and dreams of a young blogger and an old leggie.
Shoulder injuries that injure earthbound angels.
Shoulder injuries that pull at the very fabric of love.
Shoulder injuries that tear off your shirt and shit on your chest while you are waiting for the bus.
Those kind of shoulder injuries.
When Bryce, the facebook, injured his shoulder during the A tour, I was upset.
When Bryce, Nice Bryce, was sent home with his shoulder injury from the test squad, I was very upset.
When Bryce, Cricket with balls own, needs a shoulder injury that will have him out of action for the entire summer season, I was fucken crestfallen.
I have waxed lyrical about this before, butthis time it is differnt.
I am spent.
There is nothing left.
My Bryce well is dry.
So please, a minutes silence for Bryce’s test Career.
Surely not even he could provide a fairytale from here.
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