While in Utah (and incidently the day we had scheduled to get grandparent/grandkid photos) my dad came home from work looking like this....
A wildly swung racquet by a fellow racquetball player was to blame for this horrible wounding. My poor dad was very tough about the whole thing, but it sure looked sore.
Here is a close-up on the stitches. I believe it was SEVENTEEN in all.
Stacey had the great idea to get one of these in place of the uncomfortable ice pack.
I added this picture so that you know just how handsome my dad really is :)
The wound is healing really well and last I saw he was just about back to normal.
Nevertheless, for all you who like racquetball...watch out! Thank goodness he was wearing his protective goggles.