The Wounded No. 41

Today, it is supposed to be great game for all of us, however, things just don't go the way that you want it to be. My job iss to defend a fat and strong guy who plays the position as a center. That guy, purposely, used his elbow to block me as it hits my mouth. My lip is cut by my teeth deeply. It starts blooding non-stop. Moreover, I don't even know what's wrong my shots. The ball just keeps hitting the middle part of the rim and bounces back for many times. In general, nothing goes well for me today. I better go to sleep now and stopping thinking about those things. Hope it is still going to be another glory day tomorrow.