
Here’s some daily art. Jeff Smith, who works in the WNBA, celebrated a birthday this weekend. As a gift, his family commissioned me to come up with a caricature. Enjoy.
On Monday April 25, 2011 I ruptured my Achilles tendon. It was the day after Easter. I was shooting around on the basketball court. I ran across the court, approximately 10 feet. I turned and did a little jab step with my right foot and my Achilles exploded. The doctor at the emergency room called it a ‘rupture’. The pain was definitely along the lines of an ‘explosion’. I knew right away what it was. Later in the day, I thought, if this is what child birth feels like. All praise to woman.
Just so you know, I have always used basketball as an offseason workout. It’s been great for my leg strength and lateral movement. I have been guilty of playing basketball like a madman. Not stretching out and playing physical. This wasn’t that day. On April 25, before doing anything I stretched out my hamstrings, knees and Achilles. And the game I played really can’t be defined as basketball. It was a bunch of kids shooting around on a half court. That’s what makes my injury even more baffling. I don’t recall any strain or pain in my Achilles. I had been working out regularly and felt good.
I’m 43 and it was time. I’m just as young as I used to be.
I didn’t want to make my Fouls and Violations website the forum for my Achilles injury. But after some thought, I realized there are a few sports officials who have had this injury. Unfortunately, there will be quite a few who will encounter this injury at some point in your career.
This is three and half weeks since I tore my Achilles. I had my surgery on May 2nd. I will attempt to document my journey to recovery.
Safe traveling
“Cheater!” That’s what a fan called me after I called a blocking foul. I didn’t know the coaches, the players, or the fans. I never met the player’s parents or their cousins. The tournament was in the Bronx. I’m a kid from Brooklyn. The only connection I had to anyone at the game was with the guy who ran the tournament. That conversation lasted 30 seconds on the phone a week prior to the game. So you see, there was NO connection to anyone affiliated with the game. But at 5:50 of the first quarter at a 4th grade kids game …I was a “Cheater.”