Collision sustains heel injury

A pal and I climbed over the fence surrounding McCarren Park pool and were treated with a magnificent scene- an empty wading pool capacious enough to fit thousands of mid century Pols, Italians, and other local fauna. So we investigated the large brick pool house (?); gazed upon beautiful dawn Brooklyn; I sprinted through the pool (it is so big, drained, it feels like one of those dried lakes in the American southwest where people test land rockets and stuff); we jumped through sprinkler things. On the way out I cavalierly dropped from the top of the fence, a drunken bit of acrobatics I now regret. My heel is messed up- Nomar I feel you.