To boldly go...

Yesterday I got clocked in the face by an errant heel, attached to an errant body, while rolling with Ouano during open mat. The heel missed my eye socket by about an inch, and raised a welt on my forehead that makes it look like I'm smuggling a Faberge egg in there. Today I looked in the mirror to find that my eye is starting to bruise and swell. So I look like Worf, only bluer and purpler. Fantastic. I've been icing it (right after it happened, the first cold thing the guys found to give me was a pint of Haagen Dazs. Sorbet.) and taking ibuprofen, and I must not have a concussion because I woke up this morning (as opposed to not waking up ever again).

Today is a referee certification at Big John McCarthy's Ultimate Training Academy in Valencia. It's a cert on the rules used in the World Grappling Games (the Turkey competition). Should be fun; I'll see some friends, roll a little bit unless my egg hatches, and learn more about the rules of the tourney. If I post pics, don't be surprised at my mangled money-maker.