Up until my family and i picked up and moved to new york, we always had a traditional four on four touch football game in the afternoon before dinner. the game consisted of my dad, brother, two uncles, three cousins, and me. Being the youngest out of my siblings and cousins, i was always trying my hardest to stand out while playing with the older guys. Striving to be the fastest and have the ball thrown to me as much as posible so i could get a touchdown was how i played the game.
What was intended to be a friendly game of football, never ended up that way. Almost always i would try to fight my older brother by the end, and usually ended with someone being cut up and some serious grass stains on clothing.
It was the year before we moved, so 2007, when we were playing to 6 and my team had five. my uncle told me to go long and beat my cousin down the sideline, so beat him i did. at the sound of hike, i put my head down and didnt look up until right before the endzone. i looked up and saw the ball, a little out of my immediate reach, i extended fully in the air to make the grab. In the air, i grabbed the ball and prepared myself to hit the ground. As my body made contact with the ground, so did my wrist, except my wrist bend a certain way it shouldnt have. What eventually lead up to a fractured wrist was a horrible way to end the last touch football game we would play because i dropped the ball that play and we ended up losing.
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