placed it over my pinkie. Which by now was swelling and extremely painful, he then got a firm grip and with one quick tug my finger was now vertically correct. My coach then looked at me with bulging eyes and asked how it felt. Being the starting point guard on my schools varsity team there was no way I was going to say that I needed to leave the game. With a convincing nod and a energetic response I was on my way back onto the court. I reentered the game and the crowd began to applaud, I was so nervous. It was like the first time I had ever played basketball in front of a crowd. The game resumed and I ran down the court, my finger throbbed and I could not help but think of it. My teammates snapped the ball quickly over to me and I caught it. I felt like dropping the ball and running to the sideline but instead I got rid of the ball as soon as I could. I then proceeded to run over to the sideline and with a look of pain in my eyes I let my coach know that I needed to come out of the game. As I sat there and watched my team lose the game I could not decide if I was hurting more from my finger or form the fact that I was not in there helping my team.As the coach was screaming and yelling in the locker room I could not help but think about my finger, the pain was no shooting down my arm and I was praying that I did not break it. I showered and proceeded to get dressed. Each time I buttoned a button on my shirt I would get a shooting pain, I began to believe that I should go to the hospital but I did not want to let anyone know. I walked up the steps and there were my parents, my Mom gave me a look of compassion and she seemed very concerned. Sternly, my father said that I should o to the hospital but with a convincing tone of voice I talked them out of it. I went home that night and stayed up thinking about the possibility that I might have a broken finger. As I dazed off to sleep I repeated to myself that things were going to be O.K. I w...
