Originally Posted by jock
you totally ignored the 5th commandment of Sgt. Barnes: "Take the pain! Take it! "
Back in my day if a calf locked up in a sprint we'd just reach down there 'n rip it clean orf, and tuck it into a jersey pocket so as ma could stich it back on when we got home.
Haha. Maybe if it had been the club champs, but I did kind of want to be able to drive my car home afterwards
Back in the day I used to play hockey through and with injuries. This is probably why my ankles can now rotate nearly through 360 unaided.