Apparently Carlos Boozer did not break his hand in the manner he claimed to have broke it. Boozer claimed he fell over a gym bag or some such nonsense, but in fact his injury is what is known as a “boxer’s fracture” which means he really broke his hand punching something and he’s embarrassed and is lying about it.
The funny thing is I did the exact same thing in sixth grade. And my lie got exposed even worse.
One cold October morning in the fall of my sixth grade class year I got in a fight on the playground. I have no idea why, the guy was one of my friends. But sometimes you just have to fight. Anyway, I broke my hand on his grape.
It hurt like a bitch, and I was pretty certain almost immediately that it was broken. But I tried to hide it until football practice, because I knew if I told people it happened during a playground fight I’d never hear the end of the lectures (“What are you doing fighting?? You got what you deserved!”)
So I waited until football practice and then I claimed I broke it blocking someone. Or I actually can’t remember what I claimed but I know I lamely claimed I broke it during football. I wanted the sympathy, not the scorn.
I can’t remember how long my ruse lasted, but I remember full well who ended it. My family doctor. I remember him asking me several times how I broke it. After hearing the same lie several times, he showed the X-ray and explained that what I had was called a “boxer’s fracture” (its a fracture right below the knuckle) and he further explained that I could not possibly have broken it the way I claimed to have broken it. The sweat broke out on my forehead. The gig was up, so I confessed. Ohhhh, people were sooooo disappointed in me! (I felt vindicated in that sense… the reaction I got was precisely the one I predicted I would get and the one I tried to avoid with my canard)
Looking back, I have no idea why the doctor called me out. What possible difference could it have made to him how I broke my hand? Who knows? But, he felt he had to do it. Actually, he was a pretty decent guy, so I hold no grudges.
But the point of this post is, I can sympathize with Boozer’s bullshit. He’s lucky, though. At least the Bulls are being cool about it and not requiring him to fess up to what really happened.
I wish I would have gotten the same courtesy from my doctor when I was in the sixth grade.