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December 10, 2009

Aside from a post last night on the Lord of the Gingers, it’s been quiet at The God Blog. Why? Well, because I’ve been drugged up and trying to study. See, a few minutes after I blogged about Jewish basketballer Len Chenfeld, I went down to the Wooden Center for a little study break and to pursue my own hoop dreams. Two hours later I was being admitted to ER after coming down on the side of my foot.

I had hoped to pull my best Paul Pierce and limp back onto the court to pull out the win, but more than 24 hours later I still can’t even put my left foot on the floor. It’s not broken—just severely sprained—but in honor of my injury I decided to embed the above video of Baron Davis breakin’ ankles when he was a Bruin.

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