Pretty soon I’ll be spending more money on braces and medical doohickeys than I will on anything else. Currently working with a f*cked up ankle and a torn meniscus along with a strain in my lower back. I have a theory, that unless you are involved in a near-death experience, you get older in small increments. Little things here and there give a nudge in the direction of coming to grips with your own mortality.
I thought I was clear to run a muck in the casual sports world after my meniscus stopped bugging me as much, but instead I get a weird injury to my lower back from standard squats. I don’t know if it was because I was tiring out and starting to use bad form, or if it’s a sign that my body’s had enough of me pushing it so hard. Doctor said I need a backiotomy. As soon as my back starting feeling better, I went out to play basketball and get my Sam Bowie(one of the biggest NBA busts ever) on. Naturally, I’m rusty and these young whippersnappers are shooting lights out. I stick to defense, make a few shots here and there, then get faked off the ball from a weak side screen. Next thing I know, my ankle pops and I’m down for the count.
Someone sign me up for the wheelchair league. Or the crutch league.