About a week and a half ago I did something to my left foot. If I had to make a guess I would say that it had something to do with my running the week before that. You see, I set myself a goal of running 1000 miles in 2009 more as an exercise in sticking with it than achieving some impressive number, but apparently I did something wrong. If I had to guess I’d say that I pulled a handful of the tendons or ligaments or whatever’s down around there because I know I’ve done that before and it hurt a lot. I guess there’s also a small chance that I broke one of the small bones, but I have no idea.
So, anyway, I stayed off it for about a week and that seemed to help as it started to get better. At least, until I decided to play an intramural basketball game last night.
Now, I know it may seem like a bad idea to try and play a sport on a foot you’ve been hobbling around on for the past 10 days, but you have to understand that the first year MBA students are undefeated in every grad league contest so far this year. We won the grad league for flag football in the fall and then a team made up of first and second years won the soccer at the of November. I would like to point out that I was the goalie for that team and was the only goalie in any league to not give up a goal for the entire season. Brick wall baby.

But back to the point at hand, this was our first game of the basketball season and we wanted to get off to a fast start despite missing three players due to an info session with Siemens Management Consulting. So, here were 6 out of shape guys (waaaay more out of shape than any of us realized we came to find out) playing basketball together for the first time against a team from the Georgia Tech Taiwan Student Association (good luck reading that page). They had new fancy jerseys in contrast to our menagerie of 6 different shades of green, actual plays, and, most importantly, 8 in shape players.
It went pretty much exactly how you would imagine with them screening, cutting and generally running circles around us on their end, and us playing physical grind-it-out basketball on our end. We were down 45-39 with about 5 minutes when everyone collectively shut down. With 90 seconds left the score was the same thanks to a bunch of turnovers (them) and about the same number of missed layups (us) when finally Brian hit a 3 pointer after going 0-4 previously.
That seemed to loosen everything up and we started to make a few layups while being forced into fouling them every time down the court to stop the clock. There were just over 10 seconds left on the clock and we were down 48-47 when Tim, our shortest player but the one with more heart than anyone, got the ball and started driving to the basket. Due to a mixture of complete exhaustion and trying to get myself open I can’t tell you exactly what happened next, but TSA ended up with the ball.
For some reason their guy tried to throw the ball down the court to a teammate rather than just take the foul and have free throws. I took off from the top of the key and intercepted the ball at midcourt and we were able to use our last timeout. With 3.8 seconds left we got the ball at midcourt and I was the inbounder. Again, for some reason I can’t understand (they weren’t very basketball smart) TSA had all 5 guys outside of the 3 point line trying to defend the inbounds pass. Tim cut back to the basket and I hit him perfectly in stride. As Tim went up he got hacked and had two free throws with 0.3 seconds left.
Now, at this point all of the other 6pm games had finished, so between them and the people showing up early for their 7pm games we had a little bit of a crowd forming. Tim steps up to the line and leaves the first free throw short for a pressure packed second free throw since if you lose one game in this league it’s almost impossible to go to the playoffs. Two dribbles and the second shot goes up. A collective groan flows from the crowd as the ball bounces of the right side of the rim. Somehow, in what can accurately be described as the only exhibit of the basketball skill I once possessed, I get from the left block to the right side of the basket, get one hand on the ball, and tip it off the backboard and in for a 49-48 victory.
The next 5 minutes were pretty exciting as all of the players from our second year team rushed the court, I accidently bloodied a teammate’s nose by jumping into him, and TSA argued that there’s no time for a tip in with 0.3 seconds left. It was the 4th game winning shot I’ve hit in my ~25 seasons of basketball and my favorite of them all just because of the celebration afterwards.
And now, to get back to the point of the title, here I sit barely able to walk. My left foot managed to make it through the entire game but that was all it could take. I have a doctor’s appointment for tomorrow at 4pm so hopefully I can get some medicine to make it stop hurting, because we have only 4 games left and I’m not missing them.