eat next to me and with a calm voice said" It looks as if you are going to need surgery." I almost fell out of my seat this would mean that I would miss just about my whole season. Me, the starting point guard out for the season. I looked at my father with hope and desperation hoping that he would have some advice to give me. What could he say the doctor had given his diagnosis and he was right. The doctor then proceeded with a stern convincing voice to say that I had shattered the bones in my right pinkie finger. I would have to have surgery to pin these bones back together, the process is going to take about two and half hours. I picked myself up off the floor and my dad and I got back into the Mazda and drove home. I was extremely quite on the way home and felt as if all my hard work and preparation for this basketball season was for nothing. Although my father tried to keep my hopes up it was not having any effect on me. The trip to hospital was one that I regretted and in two weeks form then, would be paying for in the operating room. The weekend seemed to drag on forever and finally Monday rolled around. Throughout school I had shooting pains in my finger and all I could think about was what exactly my coach was going to say when I gave him the news that I was going to be out for six weeks. The day ended and I packed my school bag as usual, I then headed for basketball practice. I got there and everyone came up to me asking ho my finger was, I responded with an upset disappointing tone, that I would be out for six weeks. The team was as surprised as I was when I heard the noise. Although the team felt bad, they were not the ones that were going to have the doctor cut open their finger, and pin tiny bones back together. I had stay on the sidelines and watch the team day in and day out play the game that I loved so much. The worst of it was that I had to watch someone fill my spot, a spot that I had worked long hours for in the summ...
