As I stood at the three point line, the ball seemed to be in slow
motion. Screams from the crowd came as the ball dropped through the
net. Not only did this shot go in but it dropped through the net with
such force that it made a sound that was heard throughout the gym. The
gym was packed and the fans were on their feet, I had just hit my first
three pointer of my varsity basketball career. As our team set up the
press, sweat dripped from my face. I was close enough to kiss my
opponent, there was no way he was going to get the ball. He shoved me
backward and he planted his foot on mine, he then pushed off and ran for
the inbounder. I fell back a few feet and sprinted towards my man. As
the inbounder released the ball with a firm push I stuck my hand out in
hopes for a steal, SNAP! As the ball was deflected towards the right my
man ran and picked it up.
I quickly looked down at my finger and with
fear and I pain walked over to my bench. My pinkie-finger on my right
hand was at a ninety degree ankle, as sweat dripped down may face I
could feel myself getting hot. My stomach seemed to drop and I was
feeling as if I was on a roller coaster. The game had been stopped and
I was brought into the coach's room. My assistant coach led me into the
room and sat me down on a wooden chair. I began to feel very cold, and
my finger began to have a shooting pain. This pain was not present
before and was not making itself known that there was something wrong
with.
My parents...