It may be a tad faint but that scar was one of the few accessible ones I've had the displeasure of acquiring. It was from around two years ago in the spring season of rugby. We were practicing something called a "box drill" which is where there are two teams of about 5-8 people per side. The trick to this drill is that there is very little space and you must keep within the boundaries of the box and get past a certain line (overpowering the opposition) to score. One of my friends had taken the ball up, and I was going in to support him. He goes into contact with a man that is much larger than him (not too smart) and he gets rocked back into me, and we both hit the ground. CRUNCH. The man steps on my hand and leaves a rather deep indentation from his metal spiked cleats, and that is the tale of that scar.
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