Family Camp Basketball

It was time for the annual Parents/Staff basketball game on Thursday. This game provides bragging rights for a whole year. For the last six or seven years, the staff has been able to keep the title. This year things were looking not as promising. We usually had at least two or three college basketball players on the staff team. This year only one. The parents had a sheer mass on their side. They had several players who were able to just push their way through our defense.

I was able to put up a three pointer and a couple of two pointers during game. I was also given the privilege of guarding the largest parent to try to keep him from pushing his way through our defense. I am not sure how incredibly successful I was. We ended up losing the game rather thoroughly. It was too bad that we lost.

However, things got worse in the follow up game. We were all playing and just having a good time when I came around a player and a player from the other team came around at the same time. His face collided with my elbow. As soon as we hit I knew it was bad. He lost a tooth and I felt horrible. He ended up going to the dentist the next morning to have it taken care of. The collision made my elbow bleed pretty badly. I went to the nurse's station and got it cleaned up by the practitioner and put a band aid on it. That whole night it did not hurt at all. That changed in the middle of the night. My elbow started hurting. I had to work all day at camp and any pressure on my elbow would cause the pain to be worse. I was able to complete the majority of my tasks one handed, but had a few times that I had no choice but to push through.

To end this post, a church sign I saw on the way to dinner tonight:
Exposure to the son might prevent burning.