Oh, that picture of Tommy's hand hurts just to look at.
In the 80s, I was running across the drive into a service station shortly after a rain. I must have hit some water on top or old oil or grease because I ended up falling on my hand and suffered a compound dislocation of my little finger on my right hand. It was going in a similar direction to Tommy's but it actually broke the skin and I could see the cartilage staring back at me. This was a Saturday night, Halloween, after an ASU football game and finding an orthopedist that was able to come in to deal with it took quite a bit of time. My loving wife asked him if I would be able to play the banjo afterwards and he said, "Sure, no problem." She told him, "Great, because he sure can't play it now." Old joke but it added a bit of humor to the situation. As it turned out, he was a pretty good banjo picker and had some really nice ones including the Gibson Florentine and All American banjos and a very nice Stelling. I guess he bought banjos instead of Sports Cars.