Today we celebrate the birth of the United States of America. We'll hang by the pool, have some hot dogs, some beers, and kickback to watch fireworks.  However those fireworks, while a thing of beauty up in the sky, are a serious threat to your fingers. It has been well-publicized (by me) that I suffered a finger injury while playing pickup volleyball that, thankfully, was not life threatening. It did however alter the trajectory of my life leading me to become an advocate for finger safety. I would never wish the finger pain I suffered upon my worst enemy (except Keith. Seriously Keith, you're a dick). Volleyball is a leading way of sustain a TFI (Traumatic Finger Injury), but it's nothing compared to fireworks, or as we call them in the TFI awareness community, "The Widow Maker". You see, the Fourth of July is the biggest fireworks day of the year, which means that it is essentially the Super Bowl of blowing off your own fingers with fireworks. The act...

I’m officially an adult. I sustained an injury playing recreational sports. It’s bound to happen to every past their prime athlete who played sports in high school, takes a few years off, then tries to show that they’ve still got it. It's practically a rite of passage. Now, I played years of ice hockey and was relatively unscathed, save for a pair of broken arms in middle school. Yet, ten minutes of playing beach volleyball for shits and giggles, I’m on the ground and trying to get the blood back to my head. So, Matt, you hurt your head playing volleyball? Nope, I hurt my FINGER, playing volleyball. Not a good finger either. If you’re ranking fingers the, number one spot goes to perennial all-star, the index-finger. It’s a workhorse who’s a key player in a multitude of actions from pointing, to pinching, to grabbing. NOTE: You’re probably asking, what about the thumb? Look, no one is a bigger fan of the thumb than me. It’s what truly separates us from the ...