Sometimes my brother kills me...

I would like to share with you a few events in the life of my only brother, the one and only John Stewart.

Last week John and his buddies went to a party. When the party was ending most of the boys piled into cars to get back to campus. These boys had also been drinking. John and his good friend Matt Proctor decided that was a bad idea. So they grabbed a couple of beers and started walking back to school. They were drinking these beers and walking down the street, and these were not the first beers the boys had consumed that evening. Along come the cops and bust my bro for public drinking type things. But poor Matt is also under the age of 21, so he also got possession of alcohol as a minor. The two boys have to go to court this week to receive their fines. Knowing John they'll end up apologizing to him and giving him a steak dinner.

Then yesterday John was playing in a tape ball tournament. Its an indoor baseball tourney and the ball is a wiffle ball that they have put tape on in order to let it fly better. Johnny was trying to stretch a double into a triple when he slid into third base and knocked himself unconscious by hitting the front of his head (almost between the eyes) on the third baseman's knee. He was out for less than a minute. He friends helped him up and he said he was fine and went to sit on the bench. While sitting on the bench he lost the ability to talk or feel his legs. He said the only thing he could do was pet his cheek with the back side of his hand. Some people realized that everything was not cool and at the urging of a coach he went to the hospital. He ended up staying there overnight because he was having lots of trouble remembering our parents' names, what day it was, what he ate, what had happened, etc. That and he passed out in the middle of his CT scan.

They gave him the last bed left, which they apologized for as it was in the same room with Harold. Harold is an old man who had smoked all his life and was on some insane ventilator machine and snored like a bear. He also apparently has a seizure every 45 minutes or so. I told John that was like pretty good for him and his concussion. By the morning he was pretty tired from the nurses and Harold waking him up. They had to kick him out because they needed the bed. So they told him he could have fractured his skull, but they can't really tell. So if he is bleeding in the brain, or if brain fluid is leaking he'll feel pretty crumby and then be dead in a few days. So if he feels crumby he should go back to the hospital. They also stressed that he should stay away from strenuous activity. As a result of that he no longer has to write his exams.

Oh Johnny!