I strained my shoulder the other night breaking up a bar fight. Normally, we have security when drunken customers switch over to the dark side but none of them happened to be around at the time. Besides, I’ve seen Roadhouse like forty times, so I’m good.
At 44 years of age, I should probably give up trying to step in the middle of things. Chalk it up to natural instinct. Despite the bum shoulder, however, I won’t be missing any playing time.
The same cannot be said for Derek Jeter and Ray Lewis