Blood Running Down My Face
Have you ever run into something and busted your head open with blood running down unbelievably? If you have not experienced such an event, I hope that you will at least feel what it is like after reading this paper. It was one of the biggest days of my whole entire life—the last basketball game of the season against the Cambodian National Team. We were losing badly, if I remember it correctly, the scores were 19 to 49. In the whole first half, Coach Franky hadn’t played me. However, a couple minutes into the second half, Coach decided to put me in. Oh! I could recall the event clearly, as Tia did a pass but made it look like a shoot to me. I was at the right side of the three points like, facing the basketball that we were trying to score. The second I saw Tia throw the basketball, I sprinted for it. As Coach Franky, said later, “that was some crazy running.” Although, the ball was very far ahead of me, I still got there, and saved it from going out of bounds; however, I ended up running into the wall. I stopped myself from hitting the wall though with my right elbow. Everything was happening so fast, Joe was after the same ball that Tia threw, thinking that, as I talked with him later, “that ball was for me.” With that said, Joe ran into the wall too, but the only difference between him and me was that I was between the wall and Joe. Joe was running like crazy too, and had to stop himself as well. He tried, but he did not stop himself on time, that is without bumping into me. With the momentum I had built up from running, my face was three inches from hitting the wall. However, when Joe bumped into me, I was forced or crashed between the wall and him.
Right after that, all I saw was darkness and stars. The next thing I remember is sitting on the basketball court with my right hand over the corner of my right eye. Immediately I felt warm liquid running down my face. I knew something was terribly wrong as I heard a voice saying, “Oh! Blood is running out of his eye.” I ended up with twelve stitches. So are you feeling blood running down your face, yet? If not, next time you participate in any sport event, please do me a favor—play hard! Then you might experience for real the dame thing I did. Plus twelve stitches.
Right after that, all I saw was darkness and stars. The next thing I remember is sitting on the basketball court with my right hand over the corner of my right eye. Immediately I felt warm liquid running down my face. I knew something was terribly wrong as I heard a voice saying, “Oh! Blood is running out of his eye.” I ended up with twelve stitches. So are you feeling blood running down your face, yet? If not, next time you participate in any sport event, please do me a favor—play hard! Then you might experience for real the dame thing I did. Plus twelve stitches.
