<br><br>March '04. The evening of the morning I got clocked at the 33rd St. 6 subway entrance in Manhattan. Two titanium plates, eight screws and nearly five years later, I still have nerve entrapment and slight numbness on that side of my face. Hard to get hit in the eye with enough force to cause a shiner and nothing else.<br><br>Smells bogus to me.<br><br>