Got this souvenir at Emerson hospital tonight along with a couple of stitches in my head. My summer soccer league is an open division which means I routinely play against kids less than half my age. One such opponent with more testosterone than brains tried to win a header for which I had established perfect position. As I headed the ball, he headed the back of my head. The amount of blood was quite impressive given how small the laceration was. The staff at Emerson hospital were not impressed by my use of a dirty sock to staunch the bleeding.