Two weeks ago I had left knee reconstruction surgery. Dr. Kevin Bonner replaced my ACL and cleaned up some other damage caused by a basketball incident a couple of years ago. I am walking like a weeble wobble pirate. My left leg is in a full length brace that is set at zero flexion. Frankly, I look ridiculous. However, I am determined to live a normal life so Friday night my family went to my friends house to go see fireworks. We parked our political incorrect suburban in the street and I hobbled through the front yard. My oldest daughter walked ahead and picked up a small football. She looked back at me from about 5 feet away. She nods at me and I accept the tacit invitation to toss the old pigskin around. Mind you the operative word here is “toss.” What occured was a painful miscommunication. The mind meld between my oldest daughter and myself must have missed some silent translation because my mind communicated “toss” her mind interpreted my nod as “throw.” Innocent mistake yet with only five feet away and restricted mobility, I was disadvantaged. She threw the ball and I expected a toss so my hands were listless and my feet set. Unfortunately for me as the 9 family members and friends reunited in the front yard, my groin also thought a toss was going to occur. The ball however with the accuracy of a tomahawk missile landed with the force of a sledgehammer. Stunned,  I stop dead in my tracks and nausea begins as I slowly fall to the ground like a mighty oak felled by a juvenile lumberjack. 9 people laughing at you on the ground is a great way to start a Friday night.AH