I went to Dallas last week and it was great besides two things. The first thing is that I am as red as an apple and the second thing is that I blew-out my knee wakeboarding. the last time I did it was when I was 8 years old. Who woudl have thought that 20 years later my past would catch up you me. The first two times I couldn't get back into it. By the thrid time, I had it going and was doing some kick ass killer stunts and tricks. Until I desided to pull a trick that I have never whipped out on until Sunday. At 1pm Sunday afternoon I desided to pullout a backflip into a tailgrab (which I have done 100's of time before with no problem). My hand ends up slipping and I come slamming to the water and my knee hits the rocks. I ended up moving my knee totally out of place and tare 98% of the cartledge around my knee.
So anyways, I went to the ER and it took them 2 hours and 13 mins to see me. The doctor told me the news and I told him "Well no shit doc I already knew what happened and what I did to it. Shit man, I was there when it happened" So right now I am in a kick ass brace and I have 800 mg of Vikoden and 800 mg of Ibroprohine. The doc says that I am out for 4 to 6 weeks if not longer. And damn, doesn't that suck a huge one.
But if I had the chance to do it again would I... Hell yea I would. It is a rush.
