Some injuries are painful, some are scary, others are just downright annoying. After slipping out on a tailslide recently, I copped one from the latter category: my shin scraped down the edge of the ledge, splitting open like one of those rubber Spitfire coin pouches. A sock full of blood and a handful of stitches later, and I’m now sitting around, waiting for the gash to heal enough so I can skate again.
The problem with this kind of injury is that it’s in one of those
