When the Games End
His ankle ached. It was the third time this practice that he had dropped to one knee to re-strap the ankle brace. Sweat from dripping from his head, he grabbed a towel to wipe the hardwood court. Standing up, he slid his shoes back and forth on the damp floor to gain some grip. He thought, “why am I doing all this?” He did it because he knew it could be the last time.