Hey everyone. A friendly game of American football in London, just expats throwing a spiral in Regent's Park, ended with me catching a touchdown and then getting blindsided...
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Hey everyone. A friendly game of American football in London, just expats throwing a spiral in Regent's Park, ended with me catching a touchdown and then getting blindsided by a guy who played linebacker in college. My collarbone snapped like a pencil, and the drive to the hospital in an Uber cost more than the initial x-ray. The NHS treated me for free because I wasn't a resident—wait, no, they didn't. They sent me a bill for two thousand pounds for the emergency room visit and the temporary sling. The surgery back home to plate the bone cost twenty-two thousand dollars. My travel insurance denied the claim because American football was "not a recognized sport" in the UK. I appealed, lost, and paid out of pocket. Now sports travel insurance covers every pickup game, every touch football match, and every stupid dive bar league I join. The plate in my shoulder sets off airport security, but the insurance card in my wallet sets off nothing except peace of mind.