|Game Day --
I was looking forward to my first basketball game of the season. I had missed the first game and was looking forward to banging bodies again.
Some alt.surfers were in town, but I could not free up any work time to have a surf with them. Figured I could hook up on Friday, when my sked opened up a little.
There was a fleeting moment where the thought crossed my mind of getting injured and not being able to surf on Friday, but that vision was quickly dispelled out of my mind.
Game started at 6 PM, so I got there early, did a light stretch and shot around a little, missing most of my shots (as usual).
They started me, but I was pretty ineffective, doing nothing more than getting a blocking foul trying the draw a charge. Took a short breather before getting sent out again.
As the game progressed, I got more aggressive, pushing my body around. Our shipyard opponent weren't very graceful--in fact, they played downright dirty. Still, I relished the physical nature of the sport. Must be some masochistic male syndrome because it's painful, yet curiously invigorating.
Suddenly I found myself snagging an offensive rebound under the basket. Did a quick180 and jumped up, trying to kiss the ball off the rim. True to their style, the other team hacked me making me miss the shot (as if I would've made it anyway). So I was up on the free throw line, with the opportunity of scoring a couple of points for my girls (I always promise to try and make some for them before every game).
First shot was an airball that swished the bottom of the net uselessly. Not enough rice. I could feel the sneers from the opposing bench as they chuckled at my lousy effort.
So, I was determined to at least get that stupid ball closer to the rim on my second attempt. I carefully went through my pre-shot routine, bouncing the ball several times, spinning it in my hand while simultaneously compressing my knees. I put it up, stepping backwards as I prepared to go back on the defensive. But the ball had other plans. It hit the back of the rim and bounced straight back at me.
Instinctively, I lunged forward to try and snag another rebound. Unfortunately, my left foot was extended all the way behind of me, and as I pushed forward, I overextended.
"Who stepped on my shoe!?!" was my first thought. My left ankle suddenly had a buzzing numbness and felt as if my shoe was halfway off. What the... ?
I turned around, but no one was behind me.