I spent Monday morning at the orthopedist’s offices at Baptist Hospital West. Not for me, though after Sunday’s football game I might have needed it. I escorted KL (aka “Sunshine”) to her first day of physical therapy. She damaged the cartilage in her knee on a recent trip to Chattanooga. The plus side of having to wake up early was that I got to watch Saved By the Bell. It takes so little to make me happy these days.
We spent the morning in Room 211, which houses the Active Life Physical Therapy, part of the Hovis Orthopaedic Clinic. KL has learned to uses her crutches well. When going up stairs, one must lead with her good foot, but while descending one is to lead with the injured foot. Her therapist called this the “stairway to heaven”. On this day, KL was shuffled between three therapists: Dena, Jason, and Mike. They gave her six exercises to practice at home. They asked her to return three days a week for three months in hopes that rehabilitation will eliminate the need for surgery. Please keep Sunshine in your prayers.
On Monday night, my church league basketball team played arguably its best game of the season. Unfortunately, we still lost to GLO’s stellar squad. We are 1-4 but have yet to lose a game by more than six points.
My team played severely short-handed. Due to scheduling conflicts we had only five players. MPW played with a bad cold and JTL played with an injured foot during the second half. I contemplated inserting myself into the game but felt that any one of my guys fatigued or injured was a better option than myself. We did use our full compliment of timeouts.
The turning point in the game came with fourteen seconds left in the first half. We called timeout with the ball and the game tied at 27. After two quick turnovers, we were trailing 32-27 at the half. GLO’s team also scored the first five of the second half to leave us a 37-27 deficit to chip away at. When we called time out with 7:15 remaining the score was tied again. We could not close out the win, losing 57-51. Maybe the moral of the story is that I should not be calling timeouts...
PCR was unbelievably good, leading the team with 27 points. He suffered an injury in the game’s final minutes and we questioned whether his legs might have given out due to carrying us throughout the game. I got PCR some ice and he seemed to be in good spirits as he left. I was wearing my prized Fantastic 4 t-shirt (bought for 50¢ at a thrift store) and his fiancé suggested I wear it to their wedding as four is her lucky number. I will be officiating the wedding on October 27th!
JDM, ANS and I stayed and watched the second game. For the second week in a row, DED and WDS pulled double duty. DED hit a remarkable three-point shot at the buzzer to send the game into overtime tied at 39. His team ultimately lost 45-39 due to some highly questionable calls. We all love DED and struggled with the choice of who to cheer for. If his team won, then we would be forced to play him in the first round of the tournament.
After the game, JDM, ANS, and I ate at Applebees. The news of the day was that ANS’s dog Hemi (short for Hemingway) got into a fight with her mother’s dog earlier in the day. The other dog started the battle but Hemi finished it. It’s always nice when the person who instigates the fight loses it.
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