David Haye, I am so sorry!

Remember that David Haye fight? You know the one against Vladimir Klitschko in 2011 it might have been. The World Heavyweight Unification Title Clash (mouthful!) that David promised would silence the dissenters once and for all. Well he lost that fight and gave the most unlikely reason for it. He had broken his baby toe. Hubbz and I from then on referred to him as Baby Toe Haye. I thought it was hilarious until on Monday I rammed the baby toe on my left foot into the wooden leg attachment of the ottoman in  my living room. I like to think of myself as having quite a high pain threshold. But in that instant I felt as though my baby toe was dislodged from my foot with only a little sinew holding it together. IT WAS HORRIBLE. So much so that I couldn't scream but used all the energy I could muster so sit down, wipe the sweat from my brow and shed a few silent tears. It hurts to this day. It hurts to drive, hurts to have shoes on, hurts to walk, hurts to type this blog (I exxag a little!) but you get the point. My mind went straight to poor David. Never laugh at a man until you have walked a mile in his shoes. My toe isn't broken and yet the injury is one of the worst I have ever experienced (ok I exxag again but you get the point!).  Imagine if David had refused to fight Vlad and used his broken baby toe as an excuse?? I can just hear the roar of laughter and the baby toe jokes and yet he went to fight. A real slug fest too that took its toll on both men. 

So this goes out to you David Haye, I'm sorry. Injured baby toes really hurt, a broken one must have been excruciating.

(NO SARCASM INTENDED...SERIOUSLY)