Yesterday morning Matthew Pinckney was feeling good, he was leading the important basketball series 4 games to 3, and he was playing perhaps his best game yet, ahead of Joel 9 - 2 and in control of the game. But things took a solemn turn for Matthew and the Epic competition as a whole very quickly. Matthew drove to the hoop in attempts to extend his lead and in the midst of that drive he went to change directions attempting to avoid Joel's defense. As he cut to his left his foot betrayed him, rolling over onto it's side. Matthew, in mid cut, couldn't stop his massive momentum and his foot was crushed into the asphalt, twisting over in a stomach churning fashion. He fell to the ground and grabbed the ankle, unable to contain the blood-curdling shrieks of pain. He quickly regained composer and got up, attempting to walk it off. When he thought he could contain the torment and go on playing he asked for the basketball, "Let me test it," he said. He took the ball and ran as if he were driving to the hoop, then attempted to pull up and shoot, but it was in vein. His ankle failed him, biting his nerves like a ravenous wolf after catching his helpless prey.