Last weekend while skiing through the glades at Stowe Mountain in Vermont, he bashed the back of his hand on a tree. I'm so glad I don't ski anymore, I'd go mental to see him flying through the glades with total abandon.
I should have taken this picture a couple of days ago, it was a much better scene then. But, here it is, you get the general idea.
|That is the remnants of the bruising, not a sun tan.|