Welcome back to Old Man Hoops, Vanilla Thunder. You come back to the USA jonesing for a pick-up game. You run down to the nearest YMCA (in this case, Berkeley, CA). You get on the hardwood, the adrenaline comes back. You haven't played for SO long, but here you are, open for a three. You can it! It's like riding a bicycle, you never lose it.
But then, trying to keep up with a kid half your age, you make a cut and feel the crunch. The damn ankle again. That familiar fall to the ground. The blackness of intense ankle pain. Before you know it, you are condemned to two weeks of R-I-C-E.
Rest, Ice, Compression, Elevation.
In this case, let's make it BRICE. Add a beer to the formula and we're good to go.
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