I think it's really important for us to remember history. If we don't know where we've been then we can't know where we're headed. With that in mind, I would like to present an abbreviated history of my ankles.
1977: My ankles were formed in the womb. At this point neither of them was sprained (which seems obvious but will seem less obvious by the end of this post).
1978-1992: My young and flexible ankles were fairly unscathed.
1993: My first memory of a sprained ankle. It was a fairly common cause, landing on someone's foot playing basketball, I would have saved much embarassment it that were always the reason for the twisting of the joints above my feet.
1995: In a tennis tournament in Warsaw, Indiana I ran back to get to a lob and stepped on the ill-placed ledge at the back of the court. I'm not sure who the genius was who thought it would be a great idea to cut the back of the court off to make and ankle spraining trap.
1995: Second most embarassing sprained ankle ever...doing "the Gumby" at a youth retreat and landing flush on the side of my foot. This also goes down as the worst ever. I had to keep my ankle above my body for 24 hours because it hurt to bad to put it down.
Tonight: Most embarassing sprained ankle ever. I was standing in the kitchen talking to my bro and sprained it. I don't know how it happened, it just happened okay!
The good news is that through somewhere around 23 sprained ankles (not an exaggeration) I have never used crutches. I ain't no sissy!
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