Hey, it’s the General…
Yep - I got a black eye yesterday courtesy of my soon-to-be three year old son, Hayden.
We were roughing around on the floor - with the dog - when he whacked me accidently with a dvd case. Now, I’ve had a few black eyes in my day - and when you’re a young man - truth be told - we like to think it’s actually kinda cool - cause they are almost always the result of a sporting event.
When you’re 41, though, there’s no cool factor.
There’s only those first few embarrassing days of explaining it to EVERY SINGLE PERSON who sees you for the first time - your co-workers, your neighbours, your kids’ teachers, the guy in line at the Beer Store…they all wanna know…
“What does the other guy look like?”
Well, as a matter of fact - he looks like this:
But don’t let his size fool you - he’s one tough cookie.
The funny thing is after it happened - and after my wife, Anita, was able to look at me without laughing - I knew it wasn’t all bad - because when you’re part of a morning show, there’s a general rule:
anything bad that happens to you is inevitably good for the show - even Anita knows that.
While I held the frozen bag of peas to my face, trying to watch the news with one eye - she looked at me, shook her head and said - “well, it’ll make for a good bit tomorrow morning…”
Yep - it did.
