It doesn’t get much more physical than football.

I know the risks, yet I’m pumped to be playing in our coed rec league.

I’m predicting that I’ll end up on IR sometime before the end of the season.

I’m not there yet, but after football practice yesterday, my finger paid the price.

Every week, I jam a new one. My knuckles balloon like a swollen cocoon. My little fingers just can’t take the pressure.

My right ring finger looks awful.

I jammed it as I collided with a teammate, and believe me, it hurt! I iced last night and went to bed.

When I woke up this morning, bending it was nearly impossible. Fortunately it didn’t hurt—it was really more numb. And purple. And fat.

Gross.

I jammed my middle finger, too, but not as bad as my ring finger.

Here’s what worries me:

I think I jammed it. Good.

Several friends suggested I get an X-ray. Others volunteered to pull my knuckle back into place.

I tried to pull it out myself, and I can’t. I’m terrified.

We’ll see how it looks tomorrow.