Micah’s powers of deduction sometimes fall short.
I was 24 years old when I acquired my third superpower.
Since the first is a closely guarded (yet well-documented) secret, and the second is hardly worth mentioning, we shall instead focus on the third. The fact that it pertains to our team’s ability to play this weekend is the reason it warrants discussion at this time. But first, a brief prologue:
At the spry age of 18, on a clear summer night very unlike the one in which this story is being written, a drunk driver decided that it would be a wild adventure to take a left turn through the driver’s side door of my car. The unfortunate thing that I’m sure he didn’t consider at the time was that I happened to be driving my car at just that moment. Once the noise died down and the smoke cleared, I was left with the contents of my trunk now in my back seat, the majority of the back is now the passenger seat area, and the headrest for the passenger seat is well … gone. It flew out the windshield, only to be found a week later. Oh, and I had some strange soreness in my left hip.
Fast forward to 23. It’s now a sunny Memorial Day, and I’m laying on the ground bleeding after a driver in an SUV has driven through the driver’s side door of my new car at 60 miles-per-hour. Again, the car was totaled, with the entire driver’s side portion of the vehicle simply not existing any longer. Along with the broken arm, cuts and bruises, and a dislocated shoulder, I’m having some difficulty moving my left leg as it’s gone completely numb.
The prologue ends as we fast forward one year. I’m 24, and I’ve been out of work for four months on medical disability due to a growing inability to walk without crippling pain. I’ve got a handicap parking sticker, but I’m able to walk with a cane at times, though I’ll be in a wheelchair soon. Fortunately, there’s a doctor who can fix the problem. He tells me that the car accidents have caused a disc in my back to rupture, and another to slip fairly far out of the spine, coming to rest rather uncomfortably on a nerve that is growing ever more irritable. The surgery he performs allows me to walk again, but there is a side effect. I have gained uncanny ability to predict the weather much more accurately than any groundhog.
You see, for the last two days I’ve been laying here in my bed, chowing on Advil like candy, and enjoying the souvenirs from the accidents telling me “rain and thunderstorms Wednesday night, followed by showers most of Thursday leading to Friday.”
The good news is that my current mobility says that we should have clear skies tomorrow. But with the rain soaking through for the last three days, it’s fairly safe to say we’re benched for one more week. As far as superpowers go, it’s not my favorite. Here’s hoping I don’t get the opportunity to use it next week.
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