22.4.08

KNEES ONLY A MOTHER COULD LOVE

I looked at my knees the other day for the first time in a long time. Let's just say 18 years of soccer have left the skin on my knees nothing more than a mass of scar tissue. As ugly as my knees are, I can honestly say I don't regret a single scar.

5 comments:

Leslie said...

This is perfect timing. Ben had baseball practice last night. At one point, he and his teammate rushed to the ball at the same time, and in the rush, Ben got knocked to the ground. Well, his leg got all scratched up, he was crying and he wanted to go home. (If I had given in, that certainly would have been the end of his sports career.)

I told him he had to toughen up, and get back out there. Then I told him how his Daddy and Uncle James would be so jealous of his scratches. He wanted to know why, and I told him that it meant he had been out having fun. (Not sure he totally bought it, but I'm going to show him this post to prove my point!)

Sorry this was so long.

Jeremy said...

Ouch. That picture looks like an image out of a medical journal or something.

Anonymous said...

I'm with Jeremy.

Tiffany said...

I'll admit, they frighten me a little.

(Have you seen my toes?)

John said...

Awesome. We should have taken a shot of Josh's bloody shin guard the other night. A kid cleated him right above the shin guard and cut a big gash in his shin. It was pretty sweet in a gory, leave-it-all-on-the-field kinda way.