“Where’s my family? WHERE’S MY FAMILY?!?”
These are the first words I remember uttering – make that screaming – after “waking up”. Thankfully, my good friend Mike was there to calmly reply, “Clay, they are in the Philippines.” Apparently, he had to repeat himself about 15 times; once for every time I asked the question.
About 10 minutes earlier, I hit my head on the concrete floor while playing in a roller hockey playoff game. I remember skating hard towards the opposing player before falling with him on top of me. My head crashed against the ground and I groggily skated to the bench. Appropriately, the name of the other team was the Goon Squad.
According to Mike and my other teammates, I sat at the end of the bench “out of it” for about 10 minutes or so. I was babbling coherently and incoherently, alternating between being able to name the guys on our team to not knowing what day of the week it was.