Tales of a blown ACL and shredded meniscus: fondly reminiscing about my first knee surgery
“Damn, Sam – that looks like it hurts.” On January 8, 1998, while playing basketball at my club, I made a beautiful back door cut, took a nice pass, and came to a two-footed jump stop in preparation for an uncontested layup. Last I checked, the man guarding me was still standing at the foul line looking for his athletic support
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