I wish I could start this post by saying.. Dude, I got into a fight at hockey and this is what happened.
It's the face that launched a thousand, uh, er.. hockey careers?!?! Yep, that's the NHL's Philadelphia Flyer's tough guy Bobby Clarke. Not me.
Did I loose my tooth boxing or MMA fighting? Nope.
While skate boarding... uh, no.
Ooh, that looks nasty. I certainly wasn't involved in a mountain bike cross country race accident.
Ya... and I don't figure skate so that's definitely outta the question.
I don't own a treadmill either. Man, that's gotta hurt!
OK, OK... you know where this is going!
Here's the culprit. A stupid, frickin', little, yellow Christmas candy. One bite and my tooth broke off at the base.
It's a cap... meaning, big buck$ to fix. The worst part, I'll need a root canal procedure before my Dentist can repair the tooth.
I'll definitely need laughing gas (during the job) and my Dentist... he'll be laughing all the way to the bank!