As in, he passed the brief “follow my finger” concussion testing, but he had a bad headache and struggled to concentrate the next day in school.
We butted heads all day whether playing is a good idea (figuratively, of course, because his head is dinged enough) and finally, I put my foot down and said if he wanted to play, at the least, he needed protective headgear*.
After much groaning about how dorky they look (no argument there) and determining that the one he wanted could only make it by tomorrow afternoon at the earliest (he had a match this evening) – with a $50 next-day shipping charge (oh, hell no)
Let’s look at that more closely, and you tell me if you see what I see
(and no, it’s not the fact that this poor man has no mouth and only a reptilian slit for a nose):