The Columnist Manifesto

A few weeks ago, I gave a hockey teammate on of those fist-to-fist high fives in celebration of a good play by our team. I suppose that the celebration of any moment of success in sports is, in some fundamental sense, an implicit rejoicing in the misfortune of others.

In any event, I ended up with a jammed pinky finger. It still hurts.

I think from now on I'm switching to the less macho, but safer thumbs up.