My trick hip

If I wasn’t a journalist, I think I’d have an alternate career as a very poor comedian who makes fun of himself. I’d imagine the over/under would be set pretty low on the amount of people that would actually think my material is funny.

One thing I like to say to get a rise out of mostly my wife, but sometimes others (thanks Kaitlyn, for fake laughing your way through life with me) is, “Ah my trick hip.” The phrase is used when I get up and something cracks or I trip on something while walking. It’s an easy phrase to use as I can substitute any body part I need to in order to make it relevant to the situation.

For example, if I were to be hit in the shoulder while batting in slowpitch softball, I might say, “Ahh! My trick shoulder!” At this point, I hope you’re all cringing with how lame my sense of humor is but I swear I’m getting to the point.

This last weekend, my parents, brother, wife and I joined other family members in Galesville for a bowling tournament that benefited my late second cousin’s memorial scholarship fund. We bowled three games which is probably more than I’ve bowled in the last three years.

First, my ego was hurt. I’m not sure where this came from but Kaitlyn could not stop throwing strikes. It’s the most athletic thing I’ve seen her do since she elbowed a 12 year old out of the way and leapt to catch a bouquet at a wedding in 2019. We were paired on opposite lanes so there would be times that we were both up bowling together and time after time I would think I had a good start with a 7-pin first ball and she’d immediately knock all of hers down. My family, the lovely, encouraging group they are, would be sure to point out that she was kicking my rear end.

One of the games, she ended up bowling a 200 game which is something I have never done. Granted, it was an 8-pin tap tournament but she’ll tell you it’s all the same.

After the tournament, we went and watched my cousin, aunt and uncle curl in a bonspiel. Although we weren’t playing, just watching made me sweat as they were sweeping away tirelessly.

When we got home, I could tell I was going to be sore the next day but I thought there was no way it would reach the level of affecting my everyday life. So against Kaitlyn’s better judgment, I declined to take any sort of ibuprofen or Tylenol the night before to reduce the soreness I’d feel the next day.

I got up and took one step before exclaiming, “Ow! My trick hip!” This time there was more seriousness than sarcasm in my voice as bowling had done a number on my joints from the day before.

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