Playing in my hockey league last night, I fell on the metal post around the bottom of the net over on the side, squarely on my right ass cheek. Hockey pants have no padding there, I quickly learned.
It is quite purple and sore today.
Why do I share this mundane and pointless information?
A. It’s not mundane and pointless to me, obviously; and,
B. How often in life do you get to refer to a singular buttock?
It’s like putting on a pant. Or using a scissor. Or a plier.
All of my political debate buddies will be happy to know that, as I sit here, at this moment, I am now decidedly leaning to The Left.