Funny story happy time

Okay folks. This is my first attempt at blogging. The premise of this blog will hopefully be funny stories from my childhood, work, and my time in the CIA. One of my first funny stories has been sent to my family via email, so I will have to refresh that one at a later date.
Today I will tell the story of my forehead and the basketball goal. The setting is in California at First Baptist School in Pomona. The weather is rather Californiaey, with some heat, smog, and the smell of warm asphalt. I was a spry eighth grader at about six feet tall and ninety pounds. No, I was not anorexic. At this time my family would shop at the Thrift Store for me, and very few things fit for an extended period of time. Sometimes I would only wear a pair of pants for a month. Yes, I'm a freak. I believe I was wearing cords that day, so I had my own built in soundtrack of the song "vwip, vwip, vwip...". I hope that last comment was funny. Anyway, I had just started playing basketball, and I even got most improved player of the year. Me and this other kid, who was the MVP that year, got into a one on one match. We were on the blacktop, and the basketball goal is one of those with a big pole on the ground. This one had an extra curb in front of it. I went for a layup, tripped on the curb, and my forehead met squarely on the pole with a loud "bwornnnnnnnggggg". If you are not familiar with the term "bwornnnnnnnnnggggg", just go and find a Texas historical marker. Make sure you read the marker in order to learn something for the day, and then walk to the backside of the marker. Make a fist, and with the meaty part of your hand near the pinky, strike the middle of the backside of the marker. You should hear a boisterous "bwornnnnnggggg". This is similar to the sound of the basketball goal that day, minus the sound of my skull hitting metal. Anyway, I did win that game, and had a huge headache the rest of the day.