Again?

Yesterday, Brianna had another basketball game. I was swamped with work meetings, so Brian took the little boys and went over to the school. I was going to finish up my last meeting and head over later.
I was just finishing my meeting, when I got a call from Brian. "Guess what happened?" he says. I knew what was coming next. "Brianna sprained her ankle." "Oh, good," I say. (This is 4 times since August, for those of you keeping track.) It was a good thing that Brian had the crutches in the van from the last time. We were just getting around to returning them to the store, but hadn't gotten to it yet. It was lucky that we hadn't--maybe we were following a prompting. (Either that or being lazy.)
So needless to say, Brianna might be taking the next season to rehab, rather than playing. Brian thinks that he has her Grandma Charlet's ankles.