What does a hockey player do when the chicklets go flying hither and yon? Have the doc stop the bleeding, numb you up and hit the ice flying!
“I just knew right away,” Keith said. “I took one breath and it felt like my whole mouth was missing so I knew there were some teeth gone. A bunch of them disintegrated, it felt like.”
All in all, Keith lost seven teeth; two fake, five real (one inhaled).
When asked how serious he considered this, he shrugged and said, “It’s just missing teeth. It’s a long way from the heart.” He also went on to say it could have been worse, that it could have been a broken jaw, which would have put him out of commission for weeks.
Keith was only off the ice for seven minutes. SEVEN FREAKING MINUTES. I stub my toe on the coffee table in the middle of the night and I’m crying for mommy.
Teammate Patrick Sharp couldn’t help joking that this incident was a “blessing in disguise,” because “He’s going to have a great smile in a couple weeks.”
At the end of the game, Keith said “I’d probably be hurting a lot more if we lost. I don’t know what else to say, it was a great win and it feels good now.”
Here’s his post game interview:
I’ll wager dollars to donuts he spent the time in the dentist’s chair with his Western Conference cap perched on his noggin with a grin fit to split his skull pasted to his face.
So, now I ask you gentle readers, how do YOU stack up in terms of manliness with this guy?
The toughest thing I’ve ever done was go to a Ramones concert the same day I broke my ankle.
C’mon, I’m serious, I wanna hear your tales of toughness!