I guess I should start this story out by saying that if you've got a bit of a soft stomach, then you might not want to read this. I'm not planning on going into gory detail, but as I found out today, some people have a soft stomach for some things.

Yesterday, I went to the gym to play basketball as I do every Monday, Wednesday, and Friday. I decided not to lift weights this week because I've been having some lower back issues that would most likely go away with some rest. So I began playing and everything was going well. However, that changed with one loose ball. I was in place to scoop up the ball and began charging down the court on a one-on-one fast break situation. That was my first mistake. A man who is 6' 5" and uncoordinated shouldn't be running down the court by himself trying to dribble the ball and score.

The story gets really interesting when I tried to lay the ball up. There was some contact, but most likely not even enough to call a foul. It did knock me off balance slightly. As I was coming down I attempted to avoid the base of the goal. In doing so my balance was lost even more. After the 2 or 3 inch drop from the court to the concrete base, my balance was completely lost and I was still moving at full speed. This is when I went head first into a wall. Ouch!

I consider myself pretty lucky because the cut I suffered is in the back of my head. It took 5 small staples to repair the gash. That sounds impressive, but I learned that staples are almost always used on head cuts rather than stitches. Other part of my body are beat up pretty bad too. I've got a big bruise on my shoulder and one on my elbow too. My neck has whiplash on top of all that. My neck actually seems to be tightening up throughout the day.

Looking back on it I had no business trying to score in that situation. I should have just pulled up and let the play work itself out rather than force the issue. It wasn't anyone in particular fault and it really wasn't the fault of the guy who was guarding me. Like I said before, it may have not even been a foul. I owe a big thanks to Patrick Griesgraber for giving me a ride since I couldn't drive and another to Kent Erdahl for helping me out too! Also, for a reenactment of the event, just refer to Tim Peters. He was there and made sure I was ok, which I was thankful for.

I was enjoying my time not lifting weights for the week. But it looks like that break just got extended by a two more weeks.