the game
... twisted it. That was the most horrible feeling that I had ever felt. My mother and I went to the ER and had some x-rays done. It was a while before I found out what had really happened to my ankle. But when that time finally came they told me that I actually broke it. I was so upset that this could happen to me that day out of all other days. Then more bad news, the doctor told me that I couldn’t play for the rest of the year. That made me even more upset. By the next day, everybody in school knew about what happened to me. Everyone knew I wanted to play so bad that week. That’s how it was for the rest of the week. Everyone was feeling sorry for me when all I wanted them to do was leave me alone. Towards the end of the week, my team was ready to play, but without me. The day of the game I limped over to the bench and sat down. Before the game started my coach got up and went to the microphone. He asked if I could come up to him. I didn’t really know what was happening at the time but I went up there anyway. He stood there with this grin on his face. He looked at me and said, “As you know, we have two tickets to the Bulls game and whoever gets the most points in this game wins them.” I looked at...