I knew I was in trouble when I looked down and saw my shin bone--the skin had been completely shaved off!

It was April 15th of last year and I was asked by my RA to participate in a campus sponsored Capture-the-Flag match. Not one to back down from something to do on a boring Wednesday night I accepted. “What time Wednesday night do I need to show up?” I asked.

Her reply, “2 AM.”

So I decided that I could still do that, and to make the night more interesting I decided to make my fridge devoid of beer before I started. About 2 hours and 12 beers later, I was very drunk. Stumbling around my suite with a sleeveless shirt on and shorts ready to play. Mind you, April in Rhode Island is still cold. My concerned friends suggested that I might be better off just going to bed.

“Hell, no!” was my response to their suggestion. Then my girlfriend came to me and said the same thing, to which I replied as I slammed head-on into a door frame, "I'm fine, see you in the morning." Well the match was starting and to my surprise I was not the only drunk participant. As the match got under way my team had to go down a hill and cross a paved road to get to the other team’s camp. I sprinted down the hill, making it down fine surprisingly and then tragedy struck.

I slipped on the curb, fell and slid some distance on the pavement. Not thinking anything was wrong, I popped up and ran some more. Finally looking at my leg I realized I was in trouble. Looking down, I saw my shin bone, readily exposed with the skin shaved completely off!

Carefully walking back to the game people began to see the wound and get me some help. The final result was 15 stitches on my leg (5 interior) and 4 more on my elbow, which I hadn't even noticed prior to the ambulance ride and two weeks on crutches. I wish I could say my team went on to win “in my honor;” however, the game ended soon after that as public safety got wind of all the drunk participants.