My fellow friends and myself decided to hit up the courts after a long day of
college credited classes. We had a thousand papers to do and decided to grace our presence
at the b ball courts. It was outrageously hot at the park and my
body was just going kaput as we went along. I was so of balance not hitting the shots that I usually make and everything. Just being lazy,
shall I just put it in those words. It was so hot
felt like the devil was playing defense on me. I don't think i was ready for the hot weather.
As things got rotten my killa Court does some type of big man move in
push my butt right to the ground.
I'm in pain I guess, I like landed right on my ankle.
I never realize pain until after or you could say I
wasn't going to show the twinge because
there was some fly, athletic, delightful, and endearing men there.
You know i was going to
try to play off the pain as much as i could.
That sucker was done. My ankle could stand anymore walking or running
it was time get back to the crib.
I got in the house and couldn't walk up the steps
Then when i looked at my ankle
it looked like the size of a cantaloupe that i was about to
help myself to.
Putting ice and doing all this stuff for
this reckless ankle isn't making anything better, especially as
i craw all around the house or use my hockey stick as my cane.
Not even to mention that my loving sibs and caring parents
are enjoying every bit of this.
I just hope whatever i did to this ankle heals before hockey because i
can't do damage if I'M damage.
