Doppleblog

And another one down, another one down, another one bites the dust.

Today, I ruptured my posterior cruciate ligament. Again. And the best part? I was WALKING. Walking in a line. Not turning, not twisting, not running, not juking, not getting tackled, not ice skating, not cycling, not falling, not jumping... I was walking. Walking in a line.

This is the seventh time I've blown out my right knee; the fourth time the PCL has been affected. The first time I shredded ...