Copied and pasted from my blog:
Tues night I went to bed about 9 pm, knowing that I had to get up at 5 am to for work the next two days. About 11:30 pm I woke up to fireworks going off just down the street.
I got dressed, grabbed my flashlight and headed out the door. I figured it was likely a juvenile delinquent and I was just going to collar him and take him to his parents' house.
I walked down the street and three young men stood up on their front steps and one of them yelled out to me, "What the hell are you looking at?" I looked over at them and yelled back, "I'm looking at you". All three men started running at me at this. I heard feet scuffling behind me and saw 2 or three more men running at me in the dark from another house. I turned back in time to crack the first guy with my flashlight before getting overwhelmed.
I woke up some time later with no memory of the event. Someone had found me laying face up in the middle of the road in a pool of my own blood. They tried to rouse me and asked me where I lived; I was told that I just kept asking where I was. My next memory was waking up in the ambulance and trying to answer more questions from the paramedics. My mouth was filled with blood and I wanted to spit, but was already in the lobby, so I swallowed it all rather than choke on it.
Once in the ER I was informed of my injuries. Both of my eyes were black; my left one swollen shut. I had three lacerations on my face and some on the back of my head, a red footprint on my forehead, lacerations inside my mouth, and an Xray revealed that my jaw was fractured in two places. I had crusted dry blood in all of my facial orifices and hair.
Several friends showed up, despite the fact that I was going to lay low until I got out (word traveles fast about this kind of stuff) while I was in the hospital. It wasn't the most dignified scenerio to be recieving alot of attention, but was actually a very good reminder as to just how blessed and fortunate I am to have so many quality people in my life who really care about me. I had so many calls and visits in that 2.5 days.
I made sure my puppy was taken care of and that my work recieved notice that I wouldn't be there. Now that my jaw is wired shut and I've been released from Sacred Heart, I'm hanging out with Steve and Sherry for a couple of days. They have a couple of dogs that get along well with Masa and I know he'll get fed. Sherry's good with a blender, which is what I'll be eating from for a while.
I went to the detective's office today and picked out a couple of pictures of guys that were involved. I really hope the law can take care of this adequately. Yesterday, after getting released, I had my pistol in my waistband and was knocking on doors in the area where it happened and started asking questions, hoping to get some names.
I'm curious to see how this turns out in the long run. It takes some pretty cowardly men to team up on an individual and work him over while unconcious and helpless. Depending on how my jaw heals, I may have to retire from MMA competition all together.