If this face was from a fistfight, then my dad would be proud:
Alas, it was only racquetball. I took a ball in the goggles on Monday in the left eye, and one in the right eye yesterday. Doubles can be tricky, though mostly it’s taking an occasional ball in the back of your legs, leaving a Target logo as a temporary tattoo. 
This was definitely weird.
It is good for laughs, though. When people ask, “What happened to you?” I respond with a “You don’t want to know. But don’t fuck with me, man!” I’ll have a good time with it at my motorcycle club’s annual banquet later today.