The Day I Said the F Word In Front of My Entire Family
It was the first ten seconds of the first quarter, of the first game, of the first tournament of my eighth grade basketball season. My whole family was there to watch me, not only play basketball, but to be a starting point guard as well. The crowd was filled with friends from school, my grandparents, and most important of all, cheerleaders.
The opening tip off bounced off one of the center’s fingers and headed towards the out of bounds line. Someone from the other team and I chased it down. As the ball was going out of bounds he caught it in the air turned around and attempted to throw it off of my leg, so it would be out on me, instead of him. Instead of hitting me in the leg, it hit me, well, somewhere else.
So in front of everybody I know, in a catholic grade school gymnasium, I grabbed the location where the ball hit me, yelled the F word at the top of my lungs, fell to the floor, and burst into tears. My coach ran out to my aid as the refs stopped time, and I could tell that he was holding back laughter. I failed to find the humor in the situation at the time. I had to sit the rest of the quarter out.
I ended up going back into the game only to set a personal record for air balls per game (4 I think). On a side note, I later found out the basketball hoop I had been practicing on was 6 inches shorter than regulation. Later on that night when I got home, I got on the internet to talk to friends through the instant messenger (This was before facebook times). I start talking to a good friend of mine who happened to be one of the cheerleaders at the game. So she asked me, “How’s your leg?”
MY LEG?! So not only did I have the worst basketball game of my life, sore nuts, and the embarrassment of crying in front of my entire school, but now the whole cheerleading squad thinks I fell down because I was hit with a basketball in my leg; an injury that to this day, I have never seen or heard of. Unless a basketball was fired out of a cannon, I am pretty sure it wouldn’t injure a leg.
I eventually got over it, and that night a cold bag of frozen peas became my best friend.