On September 9 of this year, I crashed on my mountain bike on the Top of the World trail near Moab, Utah. I sailed over the handlebars when my tire hit a sandy patch and turned. While trying to make sure I didn’t hit my head, I didn’t pay attention to any of my lower limbs, and my right knee came down hard on the rocky trail. I had to get stitches in a deep cut, the whole thing swelled up, and for days the pain medication barely kept it tolerable. It turned out I badly sprained the PCL and had a horrible case of patellar tendinitis from hammering it on the rock, and three and a half months later, I am still suffering pain and stiffness in my knee even after the weeks of rest and rather difficult physical therapy. I can finally walk more or less normally, but I can’t kneel and, the worst, I can’t run. Still, all of that has been less torturous and painful than watching this Flyers team slog through a game. Seriously, what was that last night

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