So last Saturday started pretty much as usual. Wake up, pack my shit up and get on the bus to pay footy. I play for Newy Uni and we were on our way to play Sydney Uni. Three quarters of the way through the game, I chase down a guy on the other team who makes a break, go in to make the tackle and at the last second realise that one of my teammates is coming in at an awkward angle. Long story short, we all go toppling over, I feel a ton of pressure on my right leg, then 3 loud (and i mean LOUD) cracks ring out and im suddenly lying on the ground screaming in pain, looking at the hole where my knee used to be and wondering how i can see the back of my knee. So the ambo comes, gives me the green whistle and a ton of morphine to stop the pain, whisks me away to St. Vinnies (only 5 min away), where about six doctors do a lot of umming and ahhing before they inject some white milky fluid into myself and I promptly pass out. I wake up, and stare down to see my leg wrapped in a plaster cast from my groin to my toes, and still pretty woozy after all of the drugs. I won't bore you with any more details, but when the Doctor had a look at the many different scans, he pretty much concluded with this: He said, and I quote 'it's like a bomb went off in there mate'. Damn. To say this blows would be an incredible understatement. They are gonna replace the ligaments with synthetic ones, and do something with the cartilage to make it all better. Surgery is on tuesday, then 5 more days in the hospital and then 6 to 8 weeks in rehab learning how to do what most of the world's four year olds already know. This couldn't have come at a worse time; im due to go to Bali at the end of June and I get my bike licence back in 2 weeks. But, it could be worse. The guy who got shot in King's Cross over the weekend was 2 beds over from me, and I felt rather inadequate with my (albeit rather painful) wonky knee. So don't take for granted being able to get up and go to the loo at will, or not having to inject yourself twice a day with anti-coagulants because of the blood clots in your leg. I know I sure won't in the future. Mitch.