You're kidding?! I pictured you as Mr. Blue Shoulder for a week or so the way the Browning was kicking the shot out of you.
David and I were sitting there watching you (ok we were laughing a little also) wince in pain and exercise your shoulder after every shot in the final round. I mean, it was so bad that you only shot 20 out of 25 for that round! Give me a break.