My top 5 favorite current TV shows on air (in no order):
1) 30 Rock
2) Glee
3) The Middle
4) Supernatural
5) How I Met Your Mother
(I wish Mad Men, Dexter, Friday Night Lights and Breaking Bad would start again!)
Friday, February 5, 2010
Ode to My ACL
Dear ACL:
Ten years ago, you left me. I'm not sure why you did, but it happened.
I should have known something horrible was going to happen that day, even though it started great. School was canceled due to snow, but our basketball game was not. I seized the opportunity to shoot hoops before the big game--remember ACL? I was so pumped. We were playing the No. 1 team in the league, and I wanted to do my best. I was taping the game that night for the college scouts, and this game was going to be the one to impress the recruiters.
You sent a harbinger ACL, but I didn't listen. As I shot jumpshots, I felt my knee pop a bit. But I thought it was from poor stretching.
I ignored you, and for that, I am sorry.
I had the first half of my life ACL, remember? We were on fire. I had 15 points, including a three pointer from just below the half court line. We were already in double double figures. No one could stop us.
But you failed me in the third quarter. As I went to do my signature move, you tore. I heard my poor knee snap, crackle and pop, and I fell straight over, crying.
As I was falling, I knew this was the BIG one. This was it: my high school basketball career was over.
Crying ensued, of course. I was in hysterics, to a point where I should have been strapped in a straight jacked and placed in a rubber room. As I sat sobbing in trainer's lounge, he confirmed my worst fears: you had left me. You were gone. I would probably need surgery, and lots of physical therapy.
You caused me a lot of emotional grief ACL. As I limped home that night, still sobbing (oh and by the way ACL, we lost--BIG TIME, after we even had the lead), I was greeted by the somber faces of my siblings. As they tried to ask my parents what happened, they were told to shush. To make matters worse, as my mom hit the play button on the answering machine, the cheerful voice of a college recruiter filled the room.
I cried enough tears to stop a drought. I tried to attend games ACL, but it made me it worse. During the car rides to and from the games, I sobbed. I even tried to play my last game without you, but I could barely move. It was a disaster. My life as I had known it had changed.
I had to replace you ACL, and it was painful. During surgery, they gave me a new (and improved) you. As soon as I woke up from the anesthesia, they made me walk. Oh ACL, what a joke. As soon as I sat up, I barfed all over my nurse's shoes. Served her right.
I had almost six months of therapy, ACL. I had to leave school three times a week to hop on one leg and catch a ball--do you know how much that sucks? Coaches stopped calling. They weren't interested in a busted up player. I felt that my whole bright and full of promise world was shattered.
Then guess what ACL? I received news that I could be on the Otterbein basketball team--but my doctor said no. My knee was in no shape. My world changed---forever.
Now, as I sit here, with my knee throbbing in arthritis pain and cramped, (because, ACL, new ACL doesn't like cold weather or rain), I wonder what could of been. What would have happened if the game had been canceled due to snow? Would you have left me later, or during college? How would I have turned out?
Anyway ACL, hope all is well. They say things happen for a reason, and I know there's a reason you left.
But I still miss you...especially during the cold winter months.
Regards,
Katie
Ten years ago, you left me. I'm not sure why you did, but it happened.
I should have known something horrible was going to happen that day, even though it started great. School was canceled due to snow, but our basketball game was not. I seized the opportunity to shoot hoops before the big game--remember ACL? I was so pumped. We were playing the No. 1 team in the league, and I wanted to do my best. I was taping the game that night for the college scouts, and this game was going to be the one to impress the recruiters.
You sent a harbinger ACL, but I didn't listen. As I shot jumpshots, I felt my knee pop a bit. But I thought it was from poor stretching.
I ignored you, and for that, I am sorry.
I had the first half of my life ACL, remember? We were on fire. I had 15 points, including a three pointer from just below the half court line. We were already in double double figures. No one could stop us.
But you failed me in the third quarter. As I went to do my signature move, you tore. I heard my poor knee snap, crackle and pop, and I fell straight over, crying.
As I was falling, I knew this was the BIG one. This was it: my high school basketball career was over.
Crying ensued, of course. I was in hysterics, to a point where I should have been strapped in a straight jacked and placed in a rubber room. As I sat sobbing in trainer's lounge, he confirmed my worst fears: you had left me. You were gone. I would probably need surgery, and lots of physical therapy.
You caused me a lot of emotional grief ACL. As I limped home that night, still sobbing (oh and by the way ACL, we lost--BIG TIME, after we even had the lead), I was greeted by the somber faces of my siblings. As they tried to ask my parents what happened, they were told to shush. To make matters worse, as my mom hit the play button on the answering machine, the cheerful voice of a college recruiter filled the room.
I cried enough tears to stop a drought. I tried to attend games ACL, but it made me it worse. During the car rides to and from the games, I sobbed. I even tried to play my last game without you, but I could barely move. It was a disaster. My life as I had known it had changed.
I had to replace you ACL, and it was painful. During surgery, they gave me a new (and improved) you. As soon as I woke up from the anesthesia, they made me walk. Oh ACL, what a joke. As soon as I sat up, I barfed all over my nurse's shoes. Served her right.
I had almost six months of therapy, ACL. I had to leave school three times a week to hop on one leg and catch a ball--do you know how much that sucks? Coaches stopped calling. They weren't interested in a busted up player. I felt that my whole bright and full of promise world was shattered.
Then guess what ACL? I received news that I could be on the Otterbein basketball team--but my doctor said no. My knee was in no shape. My world changed---forever.
Now, as I sit here, with my knee throbbing in arthritis pain and cramped, (because, ACL, new ACL doesn't like cold weather or rain), I wonder what could of been. What would have happened if the game had been canceled due to snow? Would you have left me later, or during college? How would I have turned out?
Anyway ACL, hope all is well. They say things happen for a reason, and I know there's a reason you left.
But I still miss you...especially during the cold winter months.
Regards,
Katie
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