Crushed fingers and football

So I was having a football party this past weekend and I demonstrated to all present the depth of the male genetic predisposition to stupidity. Here's the scenario: six people coming over, fifteen minutes before kickoff, and I assess the seating arrangement in my family room as deficient. Solution: move a chair from my living room (upstairs) to the family room (downstairs). The chair isn't that heavy, mind you, but I was determined to get this done quickly, so off I went with the chair in question hoisted above my head as I ambled down the stairs. Somewhere near the bottom stair, my foot slipped a bit and I missed the step. Result: I do a seat drop on the bottom step, the chair comes crashing down and rests on the railing and banister, and my left ring finger ends up pinioned between the two (banister and chair). Now, any good physics student understands the concept of mass and acceleration combining to create force, so you can understand what ended up happening to my poor ring finger. I took a chunk out of the tip, crushed the nail (nice purple contusion under the nail), bled like a stuffed pig, and pretty much had to muscle the chair back up into place in the living room because I couldn't leave it teetering on the brink between the railings. Painful, all in all. I spent the rest of the day nursing the injured digit and hoping that I wouldn't bleed into the chili abd chicken wings.

Chalk one up for stupidity. Oh well, the food was good!