How many times have I been fouled, hacked and hammered in games I've played. I mean...I'm being fouled in that picture on the left. That was actually one of the tougher regions too (LOL). Thankfully the foul sent me to the free throw line where I believe I converted. But I'm almost positive I missed the shot in the photo. Seemed like a "gimme" too but it's so easy to lose concentration, to focus on the things that matter but that don't matter as much as say...finishing the play.
There's always a main thing, always a prime objective. I see guys getting hurt all the time in pick-up games at my church and the reasons vary. But the main one is simply that the operator isn't surveying the situation and walks, stumbles or runs into a precarious tendon-threatening scenario. I'd like to believe that I've learned my lesson or at least am in process of doing so.
What dangers lurk? Anticipation is always the mark of a veteran. There's no such thing as blaming fire for the burn. Proximity is the nemesis no? When I started college, I went to beach party where a teammate told me a story about his brother laughing and joking while tip-toeing near a bonfire. He was cacklin', being loud, drinkin' brew, just chillin'. The laughter turned to squall, screeches and squeals when he fell in that bonfire. I still die just thinking about it. Funniest scene ever. He survived by the way.
There's always risk and we're always the one operating in the reality of the risk. There is a way to play it. Keep ya head up today! Expect the contact. Seek the wisdom you need in order to finish what needs finishing.
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