I'll preface this tale by saying that I am not a brave man and I don't handle pain well.
Last night, in a co-ed rec league softball game, I pulled a hamstring in the 3rd inning after landing funny on first base. I couldn't really walk after that, much less run. But since we had no extra players, I stayed in the game, pitching even though I couldn't really stride toward the plate. I batted, and just stood in the batter's box after hitting the ball. I iced my leg between innings, limped out to the mound, and dealt with the pain until the end of the game.
THIS WAS FOR A CO-ED REC LEAGUE SOFTBALL GAME THAT I DON'T EVEN CARE THAT MUCH ABOUT. And, I'm kind of a pussy.
Now, what's the lesson here, Pavano?