at my weekly soccer game in Parc Lafontaine: CRACK (or perhaps CRUNCH is more accurate – probably both). As I came down from a wild header attempt into a little hole in the grass. I sprained my ankle quite severely, to the extent that I felt it necessary to go to the Royal Vic emergency room to check that it wasn’t broken. The sound of my ankle doing what it did was quite chilling – though nothing compared to an ACL that blows during a ski race or something, which sounds like a muffled gun shot. I was very happy with my hospital experience – even on a Sunday evening, I was in and out in under an hour, including x-rays and a very thorough consult with the attending emerg doc. And of course it didn’t cost me a cent. Long live socialized health care.