“Before the players arrived at this afternoon’s game, I was able to interview Frank Stanton, Coach of the Belleville Falcons.”“Coach, your tea... handily knocked off the League-leading Kingston Frontenacs. What do you contribute to such a lopsided victory?”“Last night’s game was one of those freak games when most any shot taken on goal, resulted in a goal. It was a nightmare for our coaching staff because the players drifted away from the game plan, and we ended up adjusting to the play of the. His ankle was already red and swollen, even the gentle breeze that was blowing the dust and litter felt like a thousand tiny knives against the tender flesh. He tore open the packet and began to rub the gluey gel on the swelling, wincing as a jolt of pain shot through him.The MediGel was already doing its work, however. It must include a local anesthetic because the skin was quickly going numb, and it was pleasantly cool. He applied more of it, leaning back against the wall and breathing a sigh. First ropes had been run between their elbows, pulled tight, and tied; then their forearms had been placed together and covered in coils of harsh rope, totally immobilizing their arms. A harness of rope shaped like a figure eight was wrapped tightly around their torsos, separate from the ropes binding their arms. The rough ropes ran below and above their breasts, the strands crossing each other between their breasts and continuing around their torsos to encircle their chest and back with ropes. Then he exploded.“Dude! Do you know what you just did?” I felt his hearty slap on my back, which would have normally knocked me flat on my face. It just jolted me a little. “Way to play the pity card! You got yourself a date with a smokin’ hot girl, with a killer accent, and it took you less than ten minutes! Hell, it took me three weeks to get a date, and I was practically begging for her to go out.”I looked back at him, a little sheepish. “Then why do I feel like shit?”“Because you look like.