Bad tattoos and a bum leg

Last week, I was traveling in traffic and the car in front of me had a bumper sticker that read:

Bad tattoos make Baby Jesus cry.

                  -Resurrection Ink

I posted a comment about it on Facebook, asking if people thought it was blasphemy.  In a weird way, I thought it was funny, but bordering on blasphemy and bad taste.  Truthfully, as a baby, Jesus probably didn’t care about ink and as Lord cares more about what’s in one’s heart than what is on one skin.  However, as a personal confession, I have not been a big fan of ink since the 9^th grade when I fell asleep in a class and Mike drew on my arm.  I must have been sound asleep for when I woke, there was drawings up and down my exposed forearm.  Obviously, there wasn't much going on in this class!  I don’t mind small discrete tattoos on people, but don’t find large tattoos particularly attractive.  To each their own, I suppose.  What’s your take on this bumper sticker?  

On Saturday, I was planning on sailing on a friend’s boat when I had an accident.  It was misty so the deck was slippery.  We were hosting the jib.  I was pulling down on the halyard that became stuck so I put more weight onto the line.  It broke free and I slipped, but my left foot got caught on a block and I twisted back against the rail.  With my left leg immobile, my weigh pushed back on it and I felt something snap.  Pain shot through my body and it took all my strength to grab the rail and not fall overboard.  I was pulled back on board, but couldn’t move my left leg.  Thankfully, I did not break a bone as I had feared, but I did do something to the muscle or tendons.  The Emergency Room referred me to an orthopedic surgeon, gave me drugs, and told me to keep my leg elevated and iced for at least 48 hours.  Hopefully, it is a bad bruise and not a torn ACL.  I’ll find out this week.  

UPDATE:  It didn't take the orthopedic surgeon very long to suggest that my problem is a torn quad and that I need surgery.