The Game Where I Severed a Liver

In our most recent rugby match I had an opprotunity to tee off on an opposing player and I seized that opprotunity. The crushing tackle (which would later be called 'a marginally late hit') failed to even knock the player out of the game. So we all left that day believing that I made a great hit and moved on. What we did not know, were the events that transpired that night. Apparently, upon arriving at the airport this player began to feel very bad. So they rushed him to the hospital. As I found out at the next practice, the player was diagnosed with a severed liver. He ended up being okay and did not even need surgery, but it is a scary thought. Several people asked me how I felt about the whole situation. I told them that my official stance on the injury is that it's not cool. And really it's not. I don't like to anyone get hurt. It's one of the truely bad things about sports. However I do always seem to have a smerk on my face when I give this answer. As much as I don't like seeing someone get hurt, a severed liver is something that one may experience after getting hit by a car. And I suppose that I get some sick sense of pride knowing that I can inflict the same kind of punishment as a car.