While the Pats were down 28-3, I told my buddy at a bar that I simply hoped they could reduce the lead so it was not a blow out. As the Pats edged their way back, I continued to drink heavily (beer and Jager). Suddenly they tied it and shit was on. I proceeded to get back to shit talking and ramp it up 10x (I probably said some racist shit, I am not even sure) to the point where my friends were visibly uncomfortable (as my gf told me the following day). When they scored the TD, I stood up on the table and gave two middle fingers to the three different tables (possibly 12 people in total, women included) I had been squawking at all game. It honestly looked like Conor McGregor and the bullshit he pulls in press conferences, except for the fact that I am slightly overweight and nobody finds me intimidating.
Initially, Plaintiff did not present to the hospital because he was under the mistaken impression that he was merely suffering from some minor soreness. It soon became evident, however, that his pain was increasing both in terms of severity and frequency with each passing day. When his pain grew increasingly worse, Plaintiff sought treatment with an orthopedist complaining of pain to his right wrist with shooting pains to his elbow and palm of his hand and was recommended to undergo an MRI of his right wrist which revealed a partial tear of the ulnar styloid insertion of the triangular fibrocartilage. When his pain persisted, he sought a second opinion and was recommended a trial of cortisone injections which only provided temporary relief. When his conservative treatments failed to alleviate his pain, Plaintiff ultimately underwent a right flexor carpi radialis tunnel release.