Jumped

My husband was jumped.

Tuesday night, Jordan had a soccer game.

It was at 10:40, too late for me, so I stayed home.

I fell asleep, and about 12:30 Jordan comes home.

I was asleep on the couch

(I hate sleeping in our bed when Jordan isn't there)

and Jordan turns on the light and tells me what happened. . .

(I'll do my best to explain what Jordan told me happened.)

They were playing their game,

and everyone was talking some trash.

There was probably things neither team should have said,

probably some harsh words exchanged but it's

a soccer game, and can be expected. . .

From what i understood, it was a rough played game.

Jordan scores the winning goal.

(at least something good came with that cracked face)

Jordan and a couple teammates headed out together to there cars,

and then about 4 or 5 players from the other team shortly followed,

started asking for Jordan's teammate who had already left,

who supposedly hit their player during the game.

Jordan told them to chill out, he was gone, then they turned to walk away.

The kid turned around and hit Jordan from behind!

They took Jordan's bag, and took off.

The cops were called, the guy was caught, handcuffed,

and brought back to the gym where they play. . .

I felt so terrible! This poor husband looked to be in so much pain!

I asked if I could take a picture, but understood if he

didn't want me to get any kind of entertainment from this tragic

moment, I understood.

I can't believe it happened.

So sad, poor Jordan.

He went to sleep holding a pack of frozen corn on his face.