Last night Harold had an intramural tournament basketball game.
He's been at BYU for about 7 years now and has competed and played many intramural tennis matches and basketball games, and even played on some inner tube water polo, soccer and flag football teams as well. The guy has played a lot of intramural sports to say the least. In fact I have lost track of how many intramural championship tennis shirts he has won, which I have been a grateful recipient of such shirt from him. After all the games and tournaments he has played in, the guy has managed to not get too seriously injured in these intramural sports...
until now.
That's right. Harold has broken (fractured) his ankle on his last BYU intramural basketball game (in fact, last intramural sports game at all, since he is graduating and we are moving away from cougar town).
the wounded baller |
Well the story goes that he was going up for a three-pointer and when he came down his foot landed on the other player and his ankle rolled. ouch. (for the record he made the three-pointer- at least he went out with style!). I was not actually at the game since I was helping a friend with a special something (wink wink) and was actually up in salt lake when I got the call that Harold was in the hospital and had hurt his ankle. I felt so bad not being there to help him or be there for him at the hospital but luckily he has great friends that were there and took great care of him. I sped down the freeway as fast as I could and took over as soon as I got there. He was in good spirits and has been so tough about it and luckily not too much pain. He has an appointment with an orthopedic doctor on Monday to see what the official diagnosis is, what treatment he'll get and how long recovery will be...
Until then, we've got our engagement pictures to be taken this weekend so things might get real interesting. Don't be surprised if there's a pic of me giving him a piggy back...
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"Come, let's be a comfortable couple and take care of each other! How glad we shall be, that we have somebody that we are fond of always, to talk to and sit with."
-Charles Dickens