What red lights will do to your knee

The idea of this blog all came about when I realized that I needed to have surgery on my knee, so I wanted to make sure I got back to that.  People keep asking me how I hurt my knee and seem to be disappointed when I tell them that there wasn't really an incident that caused my knee to start bothering me.  Then I thought to myself... "IS THAT REALLY TRUE?"

IT'S NOT.  It's them damn red lights!

I originally tore my ACL back in 2002 while playing pro football for the Chargers.  I was in NFL Europe with for the Barcelona Dragons in the off-season and in the ninth game of the ten game season I tore my ACL.  It was a very crushing blow (mentally, not the hit) because I was leading the league in touchdown catches and it seemed that I had a good shot of making the roster in San Diego when I returned.  As upset as I was that night, I figured I couldn't do any more damage to my knee and I went out.  I guess I forgot to mention I was in Amsterdam.  I took myself right to the Red Light district to get a glimpse of what the city had to offer.  Though I did not taste of the local fruit, I was floored by everything I saw.  I walked all over the city on a torn ACL, danced, fell down a couple of times, but had a good time nonetheless.  The next morning, when the doctor looked at my knee he asked, "you haven't been walking around on this thing have you?" :-/

My other red light incident takes me back to sophomore year of college.  I lived in a dorm called Mirielees and it was definitely the spot to get into the most trouble.  One day some very smart fellas from Kappa Alpha Psi took a boombox into one of the lounges, unscrewed the lightbulb in the ceiling, and replaced it with a red light.  I don't know how the party got crackin, but that was one of the best parties in my time at Stanford (no disrespect to Club D or Kev G's party spun by J. Period).  The thing that was so unique about this party was that the playlist was was all slow jams.  WE WERE GETTIN IT IN!! There were no chaperones to separate you when you were dancing to close.  No move was too risque and many of them required tremendous quad strength (Image is not from the actual party).  The morning after was the first time I ever felt pain in my right knee.

Many new relationship were formed as a result of that party and it was officially named "THE DRY HUMP PARTY" (I only remember there being one).

:-)  If anyone has pictures, please share them.

So this mix is the soundtrack for the Dry Hump Party.  It can also be used for the Red Light District in Amsterdam (if you care to get down like that).

 

GETTIN IT IN MIX