Great story malcolm, nothing like those drunken injuries!
We used to play hallway football in our suite at Oneonta, one guy would line up at the end of the hall with the ball and two guys at the other end of the hall and you'd see if you could bust through them for the TD. I cracked my ribs and busted a finger doing that one night, LOL. Man, there's nothing worse than rib injuries, every little move, laugh, caugh, sneeze, KILLS! Luckily there was plenty of valium floating around the dorm at the time.