Ouchie

Yesterday James took a hard fall on the basketball court. He jumped to block a shot, collided with the other player mid-air, and got knocked to the ground. Sort of. He managed to slam his head into the hoop's post, ram his back and ribs into the pole's metal base, jam his elbow against the corner, and sweep the pavement with his left hand all before landing in a heap beneath the basket.

James came back to the house looking like he'd just left the scene of a nasty car accident. After waiting a few hours, we decided that his left wrist was probably broken and made a trip to the local hospital to get it checked out. X-rays show that he has a hairline fracture between his index finger and thumb, but that his wrist is just badly sprained. James refused the hard cast, but took the "herbal aerosol spray" that the doctor prescribed.

His overall take on the accident is that "The game was so awesome! We played great. I was making nearly every shot and had this great three-pointer... And we won!"

Boys.