Scott Muska lives in Brooklyn, where he works as a journalist and writer. He thanks you for taking the time to read his stuff.

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When I was playing competitive sports growing up, I never wore a mouthguard for anything except football (because it was required and you’d be an idiot to ever play tackle football without a mouthguard). Mouthguards were goofy looking, and ranked just below rec specs on the list of uncool things you could do if you were an athlete. Back then, taking a shot to the mouth and losing a tooth or two would’ve been a minor inconvenience and a major street cred improver. Sports injuries were a sort of badge of honor. Girls would feel badly for you and give you unwarranted attention. Also, mouthguards tasted awful. And your parents would bear the financial burden of getting your face fixed if you messed it up. Also, mouthguards tasted nasty. But things change. I decided recently to invest in a mouthguard, because I took a pretty serious elbow from a big dude who resembled deceased NBA player Robert “Tractor” Traylor when I was playing basketball at a Brooklyn playground. This elbow successfully removed an upper incisor from my mouth. I found out at work the next day that when you’re playing recreational sports as an adult, friends and coworkers find it hilarious when you’re injured as a result. And client meetings are even more awkward than usual when you’re wearing a freshly cleaned suit but missing…  read on >