After I got hit I felt pain and didn't bother to go to the hospital, and just went home. I woke up that night around 2 am and my knee was the size of my head and the pain killing me.
I am so excited to do it, and then the rehab, but I think when I play again I will be afraid to tackle and do the stuff I used to do before.
I'm gonna take my small, battery operated TV to work and hope my supervisors don't be gay about it. Otherwise, I'll have to listen via the friggin' radio.
One day I was playin' football/soccer with some strangers and it was just a friendly little game so I wasn't pushing too much but then a little Thierry Henry rammed his f*ckin' knee on the side of mine. Hurt like hell. I was down, got up, couldn't play anymore but 5min later I stepped back on the pitch and Chris Prongered him. His face is on the back of a milk carton now.