As a youngster, you loved playing Softball as a little extra activity on the side. Price, your father, had invited Soap, Gaz, and Ghost to watch you play.

You were running to catch the ball, so you dove into the home plate, landing wrist first and head first.

Gaz: “Why’s their wrist bent like that?” Price: “What do yo- HOLY.. I think they just broke their wrist..”