Well a couple days ago, Marc was playing basketball at the Fayetteville Boys and Girls club with a group of guys. They usually play every Thursday morning before work. So just like any other Thursday morning, Marc got up and went. The only difference was that when he got home, he was "hobbling" instead of just walking. Apparently someone decided to dare Marc to jump up and grab the rim on a 10ft goal. So of course he would take on that dare, little did he know that might have not been the best decision. After touching the rim, he lost his grip and fell awkwardly on to his ankle. The result:
We think it is just a bad sprain at this point, but by the looks of it, I think it might be something a little more. We are praying against that. I kindly reminded Marc that we both just had birthdays and maybe we are getting too old for "dare's." I'm not sure we can afford them either! And no he has not gone to the doctor, he is a man.