Well, we don't have the final final final, but...
I'm alive, I'm out of the hospital. I am barred from flying for four days because the nuclear stuff they put in me would set off these sensors and cause the terminal to be evacuated.
And, yes, for those pundits waiting anxiously to reply, I also cannot take an airplane.
It was scary, and Sean's right, it was probably about a minute before that bunt attempt was made when I started feeling the pains. We asked one of the coaches in the first base dugout if they had a parent who was a nurse or anything. We were very fortunate to have a dad who was an off-duty fireman who felt the need that day to bring his kit with him to the ballyard.
I think I might have scared him, too. My BP was 180/130 and heart rate was well over 100. With all the drugs I take, these are abnormally high to say the least.
One last thing: where can I get one of those indicators?
We had an umpire who had a good news/bad news thing. He was going to work his first national. And, it was 10Us. I told him that he had gotten the plum assignment, and he looked at me like I was crazy (which I am, and have papers to prove it).
I told him to pray for hot weather all week, and then he knew I was totally f****n insane.
Oh, you;ll be the happiest umpire around, I told him. The MILF factor alone was going to make him a happy man.
I saw him Labor Day weekend. He came over, smiled, shook my hand, and told me I was right.
Thank you all for your kind thoughts.