Daily Mail – Rugby league player Haydn Peacock has suffered an horrific injury while playing a match in France – almost having his penis ripped off in a tackle.
Peacock, 23, from Australia … recalled how he was taking the ball up for a run when an opposing player grabbed hold of his penis and then forced him to the ground.
Unfortunately the force of the tackle caused the penis to come away from his body.
Remarkably, Peacock managed to carry on until half-time in the match – it was only then that he decided to take a look at the injury. …
“He (the opposition player) made a tackle by reaching out and grabbing my d***, he got a hold of my d*** with one hand and pulled me down,” Peacock said.
The excruciating injury required Peacock to have 11 stitches inserted and get heavily strapped for the next game.
Now would be the perfect time for you to question not only your own manhood, but the masculinity of just about every athlete in every sport you’ve ever followed. Because what Haydn Peacock (nice name) demostrated here is the kind of toughness you’ll only find in rugby players, the military, bloggers and sports radio hosts.
We celebrate the guts of a Gregory Campbell, finishing a power play with a broken leg. We marvel at the dedication of a Logan Mankins, playing a football season with a torn ACL. But those profiles in courage pale in comparison to making through a half of rugby with your junk half torn off. Hell, Monty Stratton pitched in the Majors on one leg, but even he would admit a guy who stayed in the game with a ripped wang is the one who should have movies made about him.
And don’t get me going on the J.D. Drews of the world. He would’ve gone on the 60-day disabled list if he’d gotten kneed in the pills, never mind talking about getting back in the lineup right after having his babymaker sewn back on. Also, I appreciate the fact Peacock managed to throw in the stuff about 11 stitches, just in case we weren’t impressed enough.
The whole incident reminds me of a bumper sticker I once saw that read “Rugby players eat their dead.” I used to think that was phony, macho bragging. Now I realize it was an understatement.