I jammed my thumb playing football today. It's not bruised or anything, so I think it should be fine in a few days, but it hurts like hell right now.
I did something similar Wednesday night, though it wasn't sports-related.
Chrinfinity called me around 10:30 to ask if I would come downtown and meet him and his bf for a few drinks to celebrate St. Patrick's Day. (I wasn't going to go, because it was a weeknight, but then he said, "Just ask your boss if you can have a half-day tomorrow." And since he
is my boss, at least Monday to Friday...

)
So I took the subway downtown and started walking down Yonge Street to meet up with them, as they were walking up from Union Station. I ran into them about a block south of Wellesley, and he took a running jump at me and tried to land in my arms... but either he misjudged the distance, or he changed his mind partway through the leap, or I wasn't properly balanced, because we ended up lying flat on the sidewalk, with me on top and my right hand underneath him. My thumb is still slightly swollen, and I don't have the full range of motion. I spent the rest of the night in less than an ideal St. Patrick's Day mood.
Fortunately it didn't hurt too badly last night - I was able to average 173 over three games at my bowling league.

And I obviously haven't learned my lesson, because after bowling,
Chrinfinity and I went out drinking again... this time he kept both feet on the ground when he hugged me goodnight.