THUD.
It was the sound of our tackle football game. Me hitting the ground. The guy who took me down was big—a lot bigger than I am. And when I tried to get up, well, it wasn't really happening.
Although I didn't end up having it X-rayed or anything, from the looks of it, I'm pretty sure that my ankle was severely injured. It wasn't a pretty sight, but the worst part was that I had a soccer tournament to go to in four days. And in that first moment after getting tackled, I did wonder if I'd be walking in four days—let alone playing in an intense, two-games-a-day tournament.
