when the ball comes flying, dodge.

yesterday saw my finger do its own version of gymnastics-on-the-court. it did a 90 degrees backward bend for a full difficulty score. but it wasnt that brilliant and for its short moment of glory, (and inflated ego) i hurt. :( my finger now bears the scars of war - red and angry. it wears it proudly like a badge. i probably shouldnt burst its bubble for it hasnt had its moment this year at all. horrors.