I say, love, could you scratch my back?

Ever wake up feeling a bit of pain but not sure where it comes from? In my case, I usually have at least some idea...at 36 years old, a solid 40 pounds or more past what would be a wise playing weight, I am still out there playing softball and basketball every weekend and some weekdays so it is no surprise to wake up with a sore neck...or back...or leg...or arm...or shoulder...or multiples of those...in fact, I would be a little worried if I woke up Monday morning with no soreness, no stiffness, no aching joints or throbbing muscles. If I had any muscles.

Of course, I might be a little more worried if I woke up with a 10" kitchen knife in my back and did not remember geting stabbed...but I guess that is bound to happen every now and again.

However, I find this quote a bit silly: "We had a few vodkas and I remember playing some silly games and someone had a large knife."

What? Can someone explain to me what is silly about a game where you are so drunk you don't even realize you gave or received a potentially lethal knife stab? That sounds like a fun game to me. Very intelligent, too. It should be played more. Preferably in the halls of Congress where even if it was lethal nobody would care. We might even cheer the effort and encourage them to play again. Hey, they could at least (ooh....this one is going to hurt) take a stab at playing it.