According to Mike Harrington and John Vogl, Tim Connolly has a broken rib. The thing is, it took three days and two rounds of x-rays before Timmy’s was correctly diagnosed. Timmy actually played in an NHL game before they figured out that he even had a broken rib.
Now, I dislike Tim Connolly as much as the next viola-playing-Sabres-blogger, but even I have to feel a little badly for poor Timmy on this one. I bet nobody in the Sabres organization takes Tim seriously anymore when he complains about pain. He’s like the boy who cried wolf….only there ACTUALLY IS a wolf EVERY SINGLE TIME!
Here’s how I imagine things went down with Tim Connolly last week.
After the hit during the game:
Timmy: My chest hurts.
Lindy: Shut up.
After the game was over:
Timmy: No, seriously. My chest really hurts.
Lindy: Shut up.
Team Doctor: We’ll do an x-ray just to be on the safe side.
After the first x-ray:
Timmy: My chest really hurts, you guys.
Doctors: Well, that’s weird because you’re fine. There is nothing wrong with you.
Lindy: I’m so sick of you. If you don’t quit your bitching and man-up RIGHT THIS SECOND, you are never seeing another minute of NHL ice time on my watch. DO YOU UNDERSTAND?!
After the game that Timmy played with a broken rib:
Timmy: SERIOUSLY YOU GUYS, MY CHEST REALLY EFFING HURTS. THERE IS DEFINITELY SOMETHING WRONG WITH ME. I WANT ANOTHER X-RAY YOU MOTHER EFFERS!
After the second x-ray:
Doctor: My bad. Turns out you have a broken rib.
Lindy: Tim, I really give you a lot of credit for playing through this injury. Sorry we didn’t believe you.
Timmy: (shooting death glares) I want two puck bunnies and a six pack of Zima in my hotel room in the next ten minutes or I am going to sue you people into oblivion.
Darcy Reiger: Done.