A few years ago I was hit by a snowboarder on the first day of the season. I was standing in the lift line when a snowboarder, going too fast, caught an edge and fell. He came screaming toward me, caught me in the legs, and I caught my cheekbone on the edge of his snowboard as I fell. And the guy cursed me out. He wasn’t apologetic or anything. I came up bleeding like one can only bleed from a face wound and swinging. I was furious. I grew up fighting my brother and my seven boy cousins and…