So earlier today… I sprained my ankle. I was hitting with a few good friends of mine and despite the fact that I was their glue… We had a ball (pun intended). I did not think far enough into the future to realize that the weird angles my ankle was now moving were not normal.
I returned home… and per usual, was screamed at.
But every second was worth it.
It was the most fun I had had in awhile, and though this might sound insane to most people, that I kept playing, two hours after spraining an ankle, when you finally find the reason you still play and you still go at it hours after you are sick, tired, and just plain done… Anything is worth it.