Frankenstine Finger

Today I went to my basketball practice @ 5:00 p.m. About 10 minutes into the practice, my dad told us all to go and get a drink of water. Instead of obeying, I picked up a basketball and began to dribble it and took a shot. As the missed shot came down, it hit the end of my right pointer finger. Immediately I felt harsh pain shoot through my finger. In about 5 seconds, I walked over to my father / coach crying. He told me to sit on the side until it felt better. However, the pain never stopped until well after the practice was over. Even as I write this blog, I still feel pain. I wonder if I jammed my finger because I did not obey my father. Lesson learned. The end.

PS - I did not break it.