I was Father's Day shopping at Kmart (hey, only the best for my guys) with the girls yesterday when I got a call on my cell phone from my husband. The girls were arguing in the cart & I had a hard time hearing Dan, but could tell by the tone of his voice that something was seriously wrong.

I only got bits and pieces of what he said -- something like "you're not going to believe this" and "there's been an accident".... I felt my heart beating faster as the adrenaline kicked in. I started to panic and shushed the girls. I thought he was going to tell me that a member of his family (or mine) had been in an accident.

Not quite. It was the Steeler's Big Ben who'd had the accident -- not a parent, not a sibling, not an in-law.

I breathed a sigh of relief and reprimanded the hubby for scaring me for someone who was not related to me by blood or marriage.

Then, it sunk in.

Our quarterback. Our Big Ben. Our high hopes for another SuperBowl Season gone in seconds with the smashing of Ben's helmet-less head.

But, alas, he was one lucky, lucky man. According to the latest reports, the majority of the damage was above the shoulders and they don't believe there was any damage to the brain (must be thanks to that thick skull of his). There are conflicting reports about his knees, but they say his face took the brunt of the collision.

He may have no teeth, a broken jaw and be stitched from ear to ear, but Steelers fans everywhere are rejoicing, that it's not likely to be a season- (or career) ending event for Ben.

Get well soon, Ben.

Then, go buy yourself a nice, big SUV to ride around in.

Or, maybe a Hummer.