Last night after my parent’s anniversary celebration, I made the three hour drive back to Concord so that I would not miss our soccer season opener. During the game I went up for a header against their goalie, ultimately driving my head into his shoulder. I heard a deafening cracking sound and fell to the ground sure I had broken my neck. Two hours, 8 x-rays, and a back-board, neck-braced, ambulance ride later, I was released from Emerson hospital with nothing more than really sore neck muscles. My team stepped up and won the game 2-1 and I drove another 3 hours back to Schenectady to pick up Jeanine and the kids. No photos today, but I feel compelled to document the days events. Note to self: You can not take photos in the future if you are dead.