Turbulant Flight
"When you're beat, you're beat. That's it, there is no recovery except on the next play. Until then, take it or leave it, you got left."
Those were the last words I said before I ended up taking the ball out after scoring on the last drive. The man guarding me was flatfooted as all hell, and I made work of leaving him at the top of the key at each possesion. Well, after what I said I don't know if that woke him up or pissed him off, cause the very next play I had drove by him again, and this time he followed. With me in the air already, he decided to take flight as well, and as he came down first, he didn't bother to move when I landed.....
...right on his foot where it felt as though my right ankle collapsed with me as well. The pain shot through my foot all the way up my damn thigh, and I stayed there trying to remember how many times my shit popped coming down. My ankle growing with swelling, and me grimicing in pain. I hate this shit. He didn't do it on purpose, and it showed because he helped me to my car and apoligized over a good 50 times. Even offered some percocet he got from his girl to take care of the pain, but I refused. It took almost a fucking hour just to get to my car and driving it was more painful. When I got home, it was crazy just to get to my damn door. SO I'm laid up, going back and forth between ice and hot packs. Trying not to leave my house.
Still yet, us Capricorns are hard-headed as all hell.
So the bird has landed, SVU is now a victim. Some couldn't be happier.
at least until I get back.
Yall be good, enjoy the park while you can.
TdC
8 Comments:
Tsk, such a pity. Looks like your coach couldn't teach you everything. Seeing that you're grounded, you should learn something about air traffic control:)
-Sho
6:24 PM
what coach do you know of that can teach his or her players everything? come on, ma. don't be mad because even though he is a free agent your contract is still a joke.
from what i hear your starting lineup is still jv. how cute.
5:00 AM
You still trying to recruit me? I thought I told you I wasn't trying to play for you. My coach is on the job kid, and although I may be a free agent, I am still under contract that is pretty much ironclad, speaking of which, why not use that iron and straighten out the wrinkles in your forehead as you stay frustrated when I hit the court and you KNOW it's not for you at all.
5:32 AM
Sorry to hear about all that. And up Capricorn's aren't hard-headed! Oh, wait, maybe we are. Good thing passing on the pain meds though.
5:48 AM
thanks I appreciate the love, the swelling is still going down so I will be back stomping soon. Can't wait to see the collabo', til then peace.
8:09 AM
I see your coach is searching for prospects while you all laid up. I'm sure if you played for me you wouldn't have to sit the bench, or wonder if you are playing at all, just a thought. Get better:)
-Sho
8:40 AM
damn thumper, am i the only one shopping in the liquidation bin? she's mad predictable. ate it up.
eh, whatever. ffl.
10:41 AM
Yes, this too shall pass.....
10:46 AM
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