We get it, Universe. Really. WE GET IT.

Friday night's bout was a tough game. I knew it would be, and I don't feel horrible about it, but I could have done without the super-convenient head cold that came a couple of days prior to it.

Part of why it was a such a tough game? Well, one of my teammates had some freak accident on Wednesday, and managed to tear the tendon that holds your thumb in place. She's currently wearing a super-rigid brace to keep it supported.

On the same day, another one of my teammates managed to sprain her ankle and aggravate a knee that she was already having problems with.

And then, yet another one of my teammates let us know on Friday morning that she'd had a death in the family.

And you know what? That's just the most recent run of terrible things that have happened to people I like. There were a fair number of Not Good things that happened to others I know, before that. I am not bloody happy about it, and I also can't do anything about it except try to be supportive, but even that doesn't seem like enough.

And, shit. Just recently, I was the listening ear for a story that, just, WOW. I won't share it here, because it's not mine to share, but, JESUS. I can't even fathom how anyone can do a thing like that to such a sweet person, and continue to live with themselves.

So, yeah. I'm pretty happy with my own life, at least, but I want to punch. Literally. EVERYTHING. on behalf of the people around me. Yep.