Straight ballin, straight bruisin
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It’s the nitty-gritty game-time, baby. Pick-up basketball at SPAC. I’m leading my team to victory. Drive to the lane, pull up for the arching finger-roll over the outstretched hands of two leaping defenders.
Land on his foot, roll all my weight onto the outside of my right foot. Twist the ankle. Collapse in excruciating pain. Hobble off the court.
But dude, look at those cool bruises. Purplish bruising on both sides of my heel? That’s once-in-a-lifetime right there.