felt it snap as it left my hand. A little tingle as the horseshoe flew away, and I knew that for the next few hours I would be popping Advil like a six-year-old with a bag of M&M’s. That little jolt of pain also showed me that the summer of my discontent was about to begin.
To the best of my knowledge the game of horseshoes has rarely been associated with any major kind of sports injury. That is, unless you observe the many backyard and beach competitions that take place during the summer months. These are usually associated with a lot of yelling and horseplay and unflattering speculation about where this horseshoe landed, or why a certain relative or friend has never experienced a “ringer”.