Brett Favre and I have something in common. No I do not send naked pictures of myself to people. But we both have suffered through tendonitis of the elbow. Many great athletes get it and we great athletes don’t like that sissy term “tennis elbow”. We prefer the manly term “tendonitis.”
And Brett Favre has been run over for the last 100 years by lineman who weigh over 300 pounds. They have stomped on him, kicked him in the head, knocked him back to his ancestors and he has not missed a game in the last 100 years, yes he is that old. And he has never complained or whined, but he might miss a game because of tendonitis in his elbow.
I am with your Brett. We great athletes understand pain and I have never whined either. When I got that small blister on my hand in Little League, I didn’t whine. I went out there and played left field. When I stubbed my toe when we playing Dodge Ball in the gym, I didn’t whine. When my finger got caught in the bowling ball and my drunken friends tried to pull it out, I was stoic. And let’s not remember that day on the miniature golf course, I played all the way through, despite the fact I had forgotten my sunglasses and had to squint.
So you can see that Brett and I have played through diversity. Or university. Or adversity. Oh yeah, Adversity. That’s just what we athletes do. We play through adversity. As I am fond of saying “No pain, no pain.” Whoops I meant “No pain, no gain.”
Anyway I don’t know how Brett got his tendonitis, but I was reaching for a 24 pack of beer in the cooler and when I pulled it out I felt a faint tug in my elbow and it HURT the next morning when I woke up. I couldn’t even pick up a cup of coffee . Every time I moved my arm, it felt like someone was taking a nail gun to my elbow. Like someone was tap dancing on my elbow with baseball cleats, like someone was using my elbow for dart practice, like someone was teeing off on my elbow with a Big Bertha.
Everyone can take a moment here and be VERY impressed that I just used three sports metaphors in a row. Okay -time to move on.
Brett, the good news is that with rest the tendonitis does go away. You just need to rest that elbow. I had to make sacrifices. You know how hard it is to teach a five year old to make a martini? Heck he screwed up half the time, but he was developing future job skills. And yes I had to use my left arm to lift my glass of bourbon. But that is what we great athletes do, we make sacrifices. Isn’t that right Brett?
And you learn important lessons from pain Brett. Next time let your kids get the beer out of the cooler.
Hang in there Brett. You got to bear the pain Brett. You just gotta bear the pain. That is what separates us great athletes from the common folks. I don’t even think I need to brag how I once played an entire softball game with a sunburn. That is what we great athletes do. We play through the pain.