I bonked. During my very first scene during theater sports a fellow improviser sat on my hand and squished my thumb. It immediately ballooned to twice the size and I had to go home during intermission. A night of ice, a little rest, and I actually have a fair amount of mobility this morning. I think it’s just slightly sprained…it was still incredibly embarrassing. It felt like I when was a little kid and got hurt at school and my Mom had to pick me up. Only, instead of my Mom it was Josh who had to be retrieved from the audience and brought backstage to where I was parked with a big bag of ice on my hand. And of course the night I had tons and tons of soft rock eye make-up on would be the night I would start crying. My buddy Paul sized me up during intermission and said, “You’re sick, you just finished performing a different show, and now you’ve injured your thumb…should we just try again later?” I agreed and told him that, well, it can’t get any worse then this…it really can’t. I hit ‘performance rock bottom.’