I was taking a break from some of my homework and shooting hoops in my backyard when my basketball got stuck in the net. Because I'd only been out there for like a minute and wanted to keep playing, I went to free my poor ball by lightly tapping on the net when the entire goal setup fell off the roof and hit me. After this point my memory is honestly really really fuzzy. I remember knowing something was wrong, that I needed help, and I was trying to decide if I should scream the word "help" or "dad" when my dad ran out to my rescue. He took me inside and looked at my now bleeding head wound and told me to keep pressure on it so the bleeding would stop. I actually had no idea I was even bleeding at that point and was more concerned with the fact that I thought I'd bitten through my tongue and I refused to do anything else until they checked it. My tongue was fine, I did clack my teeth together pretty hard when it hit me though because my bottom jaw was really sore.
After convincing me it was a good idea to keep a rag pressed on my head, dad let me get up and I headed downstairs to tell my younger sister and my mom (my older sister was upstairs, so she already knew).
After this, my memory is blank. I'm told that when I told my younger sister what happened that we both busted up and laughed about how crazy it was and that I kept telling people that "I think something hit me in the head." Due to that and how deep the wound on my head was, mom and dad decided I should go to the Urgent Care and get looked at.
The next thing I remember I was in the car asking how long we'd been driving because I thought it'd been about 20 minutes and wanted to know which Urgent Care mom was taking me to. Turns out we'd been in the car for about 2 minutes tops. This is when mom decided I probably had a concussion.
After that, my memory is pretty much shot. I kind of remember being in the room and watching the lights, getting asked what day it was all the time, and then getting stitches.
Who knew basketball could be so dangerous?
The goal setup was really heavy, right now the estimate is 80+ pounds. My dad, who isn't a small or wimpy guy, struggled to move it. I should have been killed instantly and would have if the goal setup didn't somehow hit my arm too. We still can't figure out how my arm got hit, it shouldn't have been anywhere near being able to be hit, but somehow it was and that's what saved my life. Talk about being reminded of your mortality, no?
So, I know some of you might be wondering 'why did it fall?'. I was wondering that too until my mom pointed out that my buddy Jack had done a hanging dunk on it awhile ago. At the time, we thought he'd just bent the rim, but it turns out he'd actually mostly popped it off the roof and the crazy wind we'd had since then finished the job he started. The thing was just waiting to fall and happened to do so when I was underneath it.
Anyways, here are some pictures of my battle wounds. They're really not too bad considering and I think they look kinda cool. I'll try and get some of the now dead basketball goal so y'all can see the beast. :)
The full shot
My face
My face
My arm
A close up of my stitches
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