And then opportunity arrived in the form of the mysterious back ailment that will have forward Justise Winslow out at least another week.-Ira Winderman, Sun-Sentinel
THERE! Somebody finally said it. There is something we are not being told about this. The "Heat" is a secretive, and disciplined in its secretiveness, organization and the silence on Justise Winslow's back is deafening.
We non-athletes are frequently flummoxed by sports injuries: "He's got a type-1 ligature on his medial meniscus cruciate." "Bruh, I went to Red Lobster one time and ate a bad cruciate, it was an extra large one too, not a medial, and it gave me the shits for three days." We don't know what a meniscus is, don't know what a cruciate is and don't know if we even have them.
But "back," we know what that is. "Sore back," the "Heat's" first description of what ails Justise, got it got it got it. I dare say there is not an adult in America who has not had back trouble at one point in their lives, just as likely at multiple points in our lives. We understand from uncomfortable-to-painful experience that the back is the fulcrum of the body and if it is really bad you're fucked. Walking from the living room to the kitchen feels like the Bataan Death March. We understand "pinched nerve," "slipped disc," "herniated disc," some of us unfortunately know what sciatica is. So we understand "sore back." We understand "bruised back," the "Heat's" second medical update. "Justise Winslow is out with a sore back." "WHAT?! Dude, my back is sore every fucking day!" "Justise Winslow is out with a bruised back." "How long he out for? See this bruise on my ass? I fell three days ago." "Two weeks." "Nah-ah." We don't believe it. Based on our experience and correct knowledge of what and where the back is in human anatomy we end up saying it's "mysterious," or we question Justise's pain tolerance (Ira, too), or suggest that there's estrangement between player and management over treatment (also Ira), or that this incredibly long absence is entirely unrelated to the back, that it's depression (me). We just have no way of matching reported ailment with stated pain level ("some discomfort"-Justise, Jan. 12) with duration of absence. It's justise mysterious.
THERE! Somebody finally said it. There is something we are not being told about this. The "Heat" is a secretive, and disciplined in its secretiveness, organization and the silence on Justise Winslow's back is deafening.
We non-athletes are frequently flummoxed by sports injuries: "He's got a type-1 ligature on his medial meniscus cruciate." "Bruh, I went to Red Lobster one time and ate a bad cruciate, it was an extra large one too, not a medial, and it gave me the shits for three days." We don't know what a meniscus is, don't know what a cruciate is and don't know if we even have them.
But "back," we know what that is. "Sore back," the "Heat's" first description of what ails Justise, got it got it got it. I dare say there is not an adult in America who has not had back trouble at one point in their lives, just as likely at multiple points in our lives. We understand from uncomfortable-to-painful experience that the back is the fulcrum of the body and if it is really bad you're fucked. Walking from the living room to the kitchen feels like the Bataan Death March. We understand "pinched nerve," "slipped disc," "herniated disc," some of us unfortunately know what sciatica is. So we understand "sore back." We understand "bruised back," the "Heat's" second medical update. "Justise Winslow is out with a sore back." "WHAT?! Dude, my back is sore every fucking day!" "Justise Winslow is out with a bruised back." "How long he out for? See this bruise on my ass? I fell three days ago." "Two weeks." "Nah-ah." We don't believe it. Based on our experience and correct knowledge of what and where the back is in human anatomy we end up saying it's "mysterious," or we question Justise's pain tolerance (Ira, too), or suggest that there's estrangement between player and management over treatment (also Ira), or that this incredibly long absence is entirely unrelated to the back, that it's depression (me). We just have no way of matching reported ailment with stated pain level ("some discomfort"-Justise, Jan. 12) with duration of absence. It's justise mysterious.
