Please send...crutches, wheelchair, or hoverround

Orlando and I have come up with this brilliant idea to have game night with the interns every Monday night. It has been a success amongst our fellow colleagues. The first couple nights we played catchphrase. An indoor game that requires no activity, and is quite calm. Well, since then our bright ideas have progressively involved games in which we are walking away injured.

Capture the Flag
By far it is probably one of the best childhood games ever! The strategy mixed with the physical ability to win is a perfect concoction for fun. About 25 other interns from our workplace were just as enthusiastic to play the game last Monday. We split the teams into Stars and Stripes. Orlando and I (the dynamic duo) were on the winning Stars team. Orlando, the General, was the mastermind behind our strategy. Our team hid behind bushes and trees, leaving the other team bewildered and confused. One by one they were captured. As the sun began to set, I took advantage of the dusk to sneak from tree to tree to rescue my fellow teammates from jail. I, nicknamed The Sniper, finally was close enough to free my people and make a mad dash to find the flag. We WON! Or did we? We might have won the game, but that week we suffered for days with sore muscles. Before we knew it Monday rolled around again. So what is the only sport that can truly top CTF?

Soccer
Upper Senate Park was the location for a fabulous game of amateur soccer. Once again we had enough interns to play 11v.11, a perfect number for a game of soccer. For some reason I always forget playing with inexperienced players can be dangerous. Orlando and I were knocked around...and of course we knocked a few folks around too. I could feel my shins throbbing from being kicked and cleated. However, a "true" soccer player never quits because of an injury. That would be insane to do. About 30 minutes into the game I saw Orlando limping around. His hammie was shot! But like a "true" soccer player he didn't quit. As for me, the final blow that really took me down was a kick in the shin by a 6'2" mammoth of a man. I hit the ground, debated if I wanted to get up, and then decided I was a "true" soccer play. Orlando saw me fall down and instinctively eyed the person who took me down. Nothing I could say was going to stop him. Before I knew it his opportunity came to challenge the mammoth man for a ball. Orlando, with a pulled hamstring, tackled the mammoth in such a way that he use his entire body weight to flip the guy over his back. It was CRAZY! Everyone was shocked. Of course, Orlando made sure the dude was okay. But he's a mammoth nothing could harm him. After Orlando sought justice upon my behalf we realized we were done. Our injuries were to painful to keep playing.

Upon arriving back at the apartment, Orlando was immobile and I had massive bruises from my ankle up to my thigh. One is a bruise of a soccer ball...stitches, hexagon shapes, the works.

After icing our injuries last night, we are still struggling to make it around. As two gimps, we looked silly walking around in the professional environment of a think tank. So as it says in the title...if you wouldn't mind sending any crutches, wheelchairs, or hoverrounds to us...we would be greatly appreciative. Especially, if game night continues...the injuries might too.