Jody Genessy Rumors

Three minutes into my first game, I planted my left foot awkwardly onto the court while passing the ball. I felt some weird and painful twinges in the bottom of my heel and hobbled off the court. Moments later, Jazz general manager Dennis Lindsey jokingly put me on the injured reserve list. A member of the training staff wrapped my foot in ice, another painful experience in and of itself. Steve Starks, president of Larry H. Miller Sports & Entertainment, walked by and joked something along the lines of, “Wait. Wasn’t the ice on your other foot a minute ago?”
Jody Genessy: Part of me feared this column would come across as overly dramatic and maybe make people wonder if I’ve been diagnosed with some freaky disease or concerned that my life is in peril. As far as I know, I’m not on my deathbed yet. I feel fortunate. With poor eating, restless sleep, an embarrassingly inactive lifestyle and a social-media addiction that keeps me constantly tied to screens — not to overlook a soul-zapping bout of mid-life depression — I’m playing a risky game of Russian roulette with my physical and mental health.