Toenail smashing.

Whenever I play basketball it seems to be one of those basically guaranteed experiences. Smashing my own toenails, that is. It has been happening for so long I can't really remember when it first started happening... maybe high school? Anyway, now I will bide my time waiting for the nail to be ready to pull off. It sounds somewhat gruesome(and sometimes it kind of is) but, hey, out with the old and in with the new I guess. I probably didn't really need the old one that much anyway.