It Just Had To Happen....

It just had to happen didn't it???

Came down on the break leading...went right for once, defender playing flat footed, knew I could get him with the first step...I plant, push and *pop*. Stopped dead in my tracks, and passed...I took a step and heard another pop, I couldn't move...I sat down, aired out the pump, undid the kneebrace....damn near cried.

The summer, something that was considered to be the last hurrah for me on these courts. One more hoop-it-up, one more Gussmacker, one more And1 tour stop up north, one last dunk contest, all this plus coaching some kids and this just had to happen. Partially torn ACL. I can't get full extension on my leg, the knee is swollen under the cap, the joints under it feel like they are on fire and someone is jabbing a damn needle in my shit over and over. Steps? Hell no, at least not like normal, and I can't run for shit, so guess what that makes me? Vulnerable. I don't really want to see a doc cause I done felt this pain before, what I do know is that if I don't then I know this can get worse cause this pain is just a little bit more agonizing than I thought. Besides that, there's K* who vowed to put her foot in my ass if I don't go. Shit, I do NOT want surgery I mean, I never broke anything in my life, I had sprains, concussions, but never broke some shit. Now there's a 80% chance that I will go under the knife, ain't that a bitch? Honestly the idea puts a bad taste in my mouth and a weird feeling in my gut. The people in my hood call that fear. Yup, thats it. Fear.

and with that I don't know what else to say.....