His dad developed a plastic webbed "hand" prosthetic, and the kid was actually able to maintain a decent level of skill to be a varsity player for his last two years. We played them and I guarded him. I had like 4 blocks on him in one game. The prosthetic had nothing to do with it - I would've blocked him anyway. But every time he shot the ball it went through my head that maybe I should just let him shoot because I felt bad, but I knew I couldn't.