The referee blew the whistle and my team and the other team went on the court. We sent our tallest teammate to do the tip-off. The butterflies in my stomach soon fluttered away.
The game went on. My team was winning and it was nearing the end of the game. I managed to score a couple points. We smelled victory. But little did I know, a little while later my happy mood would quickly change.
I'm open!
It was the fourth and final quarter of the game. The other team had possession of the ball. The girl who had the ball was going to shoot. I put my hand up to block the ball. My arm went father back then it should've. She tried to shoot again and my arm went back again. Once I put my arm down, a wave of pain shot through me.
Right away I knew something was wrong, but I decided not to tell my coach, because I didn't want to leave my teammates. I wanted to wait until I was subbed out. Once the game ended I went to my brother and told him I hurt my arm.
I told my brother as we were walking out. He suggested to go home and then call our mom and dad. At this point I couldn't move my arm at all.
My arm hurts!
Lets call mom and dad and then go home.
My brother and I went home and called our parents. My parents came and decided we had to go to the emergency room. My mother took me. After many examinations and x-rays, the doctor concluded that I had strained my rotator cuff. I had to wear a sling for my arm so I wouldn't move it. After two weeks, my arm completely healed and I could play basketball again. I would never forget this moment, as it was the first time I was ever injured in one of my basketball games.
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