Generally speaking, injuries are not funny.  But on occasion they can be, especially when the injury is not that serious.  Such is my story which I shared Monday morning.  But in case you missed it...

Super Bowl Sunday, I think, is right behind Thanksgiving as the day when America chows down on more food than any other day.  It is easily the most casual of days because the food lends itself to an unpretentious event. 

This past Sunday was even more laid back than most for me and my family.  We had no real rooting interest in the game, after all my beloved Green Bay Packers were not in the title game.  So I kept it simple with burgers, dogs, and baked beans.

To further illustrate how simple I kept it I used frozen hamburgers.  As someone who delights in cooking I would have gone with fresh Angus beef hamburgers with special seasonings and stuffed with different cheeses had been going all out.  Perhaps wings off the grill with my four special sauces for the wing fan in the family.

But no, simple frozen burgers and as anyone who has ever used frozen burgers knows separating the darn things can be quite the chore.  Often times, there is wax paper dividing the patties and, when frozen, they are a devil to get apart.

As I was beginning the process of determining the best way to get the hamburger patties "unstuck" I went from the mother of all spatulas to a butter knife and everything in between.  The goal is to split the patties without stabbing yourself. 

As I was a handle on the burgers to make an effort at separation they slipped off the counter.  It was a moment that seemed to stretch into minutes.  I felt like I was watching the fall in super-slow motion. The patties were falling with a slight rotation and I immediately knew that my foot was in the "danger zone". 

It was no longer a matter of if my foot (no shoes or socks) would be hit, but the more important questions of how and where would be answered rather quickly.  In a split second I remember thinking that if the frozen hamburgers managed a full 180 rotation I would have the flat portion hit my foot and while it would hurt, I felt the real pain would be dispersed along a wider, broader area and, thus, be dulled.

However, that was not to be.  The wedge of pressed beef made impact in an angled edge and firmly on one of my toes.  Not the big toe, but the one right next to it. 

"Wham!"

With my wife sleeping and my step-sons doing school work I kept the complete agony to myself the best I could.  I uttered, what I call, "Flinstones" swear words.  When I bent over to touch the impact zone on my toe it hurt so badly I actually laughed.  It was one of those pains that when you see it on the big screen in a movie you laugh.  Like the break-in scene in Home Alone.  The burglars' pain is downright hysterical.  Mine was as well, though my laughter was short-lived and I quickly realized..."My gosh, I broke my toe!"

As most of you know, unless it is displaced it is silly to go see a doctor for a broken digit because there's nothing that can be done that cannot be done yourself.  So, here I sit with an extremely black & blue toe that hurts when I walk.  It will heal.

But, here's the whole point...there's no honor in this story.  There really nothing you can say about breaking your toe with frozen hamburgers to make it anything other than ridiculous.  So, I have resigned myself to this fate.  All I can do is laugh.  I mean, who gets a broken toe from frozen hamburgers?

Admit it...it's kind of funny.