I headed into the physiotherapist's room, taking off my shirt.

"Hey Jake!" Called Jessica, the only female physiotherapist on our team.

"Hey!" I called to her. "Can you take a look at my shoulder? I don't know what's wrong with it, but it doesn't feel right."

She nodded, and I sat down on the table in front of her. She moved around me, and pressed on the top of my right shoulder. I winced in pain, and she grabbed my arm and raised in above my head.

"Can you flex your bicep and then your tricep for me?" She asked, and I did as she asked.

"That's not good." She said, looking at the way my shoulder reacted. "We're gonna want to get that fixed as soon as possible."

"What's wrong?" I asked her.

"You may have pulled the subscapularis." She told me. "It's a large muscle in your shoulder, and it would labor your shot quite a bit if you played with it."

"Am I going to be better off out of the game?" I asked her.

"I'll get you booked with one of the massage therapists right now, and we'll check in after words to see if you can play." She told me, heading into the next room to see our team of massage therapists.