It is responsible for more injuries than Penguin Matt Cooke. It has taken out more armchair quarterbacks than a bacon double cheeseburger.
It is clear, if there is not one already there should be a hazard warning on the packaging.
When the weather had everyone cooped up indoors earlier this month I decided to take advantage of the downtime and bust out a Christmas present I had not had time to even take out of the box.
I heard of people getting all kinds of wild injuries from this harmless looking item. One of my friends even blew out his knee while using it. Really? What a wimp.
While the snow was blowing outside I was deep in my basement taking on the best Peewee and Bantam hockey players Wayne Gretzky could muster. I dispatched them with ease as I swung my Wii Slapshot hockey stick wildly like a rabid Pooh bear swatting away angry honey bees.
I viciously cross-checked Joe Thornton, elbowed Milan Lucic in the chops and roofed a wicked wrist shot over Roberto Luongo where mama keeps the cookie jar.
I played for hours until my wife yelled downstairs, “Honey! What’s for dinner!”
Begrudgingly, I put my Wii hockey stick away and sulked my way upstairs to make dinner.
Like a kid at Christmas I awoke early the next morning and ran downstairs to get back on the ice.
That is until I tried to lift my arm to take my first shot. The pain in my arm was excruciating. I had strained my elbow so bad I could hardly eat my Fruit Loops.
It is embarrassing, but adjust your Wii fantasy hockey pool as it looks like I am out six to eight weeks with an upper body injury.
