A tragic tale of a swollen ankle

It was early last Sunday morning, before anyone had arrived for the opening of the Malta Skatepark, that I dropped into one of the bowls. I shot across the concrete and up a wall, making a nice, long arching carve before pumping to the top and popping up, grabbing the front of my board with my left hand, kicking the bottom out with my right foot, for an epic backside 50/50. Something went sideways in my landing, however, and the board shot out from underneath me and into the irrigation canal. I landed with a thud, tweaking my right ankle, which proceeded to blow up like a party balloon.

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