It’s raining out. My knee is killing me!
It’s an old football injury…
I should explain. I got the injury stepping on an old football. One of my daughters. It was 3 inches long and pink. It may have been a Nerf ball, for all I know. I just stepped on it wrong, ad that’s all that matters.
Still hurt though.
Really, the injury came one day when I went to stand up from my office chair and my foot snagged on one of the wheels. If I were to be totally honest, I think that’s actually what happened. But that just sounds pathetic, doesn’t it? So I’m not telling people that. Too embarrassing. Later that day is when I stepped on the little football, so who knows for sure which one hurt my knee? I can’t really discern which is the one that caused it.
I’m not a complete lard ass. I still run a mile on treadmill every day. Even with the knee injury. Yes, I’m that tough. Run through the pain, baby. Mucho macho.
But I still know I was taken out by a kid’s toy and a frigging chair.
Seriously, the chair sidelined me when I went to stand up. I wasn’t even in a rush, like the house was in flames and I had to carry people outside. I think I was going to get some tea. You don’t rush to do that.
I mean, it was ice tea; I’m not a total wuss.
I’m not really helping my case here so I’ll just stop.
But that’s my old football injury story