A few years ago, I laced up my basketball shoes, threw on my jersey, and headed to the park for my weekly game of pickup basketball. I was having a great game; knocking down threes, dishing assists, snagging rebounds, and driving the lane for some difficult contested lay-ups.
My team was in a close game where every possession mattered. This
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A few years ago, I laced up my basketball shoes, threw on my jersey, and headed to the park for my weekly game of pickup basketball. I was having a great game; knocking down threes, dishing assists, snagging rebounds, and driving the lane for some difficult contested lay-ups.
My team was in a close game where every possession mattered. This was the situation I wanted, the pressure fueling my competitive nature. Ball in hand, I dribbled to the top of the key, juked around my defender, and hoisted a floater over the opposing team’s big man. Whether or not the shot went in, I don’t remember. What I do remember is the big man (all 6’4” 250 pounds of him) jumped to attempt to block the shot and landed heel first with enormous force directly on the toenail of my left big toe.