Brother Steve and I often talk about the unbelievably lame injuries we suffer due to nothing other than old age. This morning, my right arm was full of stuff to take to work and because I typically keep my keys in my left front pocket, I reached in there to get them. However, this time, I put my cell phone in my left front pocket and my keys in my right front pocket. So, suddenly, I couldn’t get to my car keys unless I either put all the stuff in my right arm on the dirty garage floor or I did the criss-cross and tried to grab the keys out of my right front pocket with my left hand. Of course I tried this, then I heard a faint popping noise. Now, I doubt it is anything serious, but my shoulder still hurts now several hours later. Perhaps it was a Brett Favre sympathy injury – I may have subconsiously decided at some point to injure my left shoulder so I could know what it would be like to go to work with such an injury.