When I read that A.J. Ellis, the starting catcher for the Los Angeles Dodgers, was injured during a celebration, I shook my head. A teammate throws a no-hitter and you get hurt on your way to the celebration by stepping on a helmet, spraining an ankle and going on the disabled list for 15 days?
Why not get hurt doing something impressive, such as saving a dog or holding on to the ball when a slug running for home tries to knock it out of your hand?
But you know, I can't criticize the guy. One of the beauties of sport is that adults get to act like kids. They get to hug and dance and laugh because they did the thing they were supposed to do and they did it together. They don't worry about their dignity. They react.
The rest of us don't have that. Joseph Person had two very nice lines in his Charlotte Observer story Tuesday about the Carolina Panthers. But I wouldn't hug him if he had nine good lines. Do you hug the co-worker who makes the sale, designs the plan or attracts the client?
We're adults. We have kids. We don't get to pretend we are kids.
Athletes do. An injured ankle, over the long run, is a small price to pay for extending your youth.