I think I actually killed my knee...

So yesterday I played softball. Yes, I'm in a softball league....I know it may surprise you that I do have some athletic abilities. You do have to remember I am half black (or colored as some people like to say), so a part of me does at least have a little speed and power.

Anyway, today I feel like a freakin' old woman! Seriously, I think I actually killed my knee, is that possible? Is is possible to actually kill a part of your body even though the rest of you lives on?

Here's an action shot for you....I was really hustling out there... OK, OK! that isn't me in that picture! But, I'm sure if someone did take a picture of me in action, it would look very similar to this shot!

I've been limping around all day, acting like I'm a cripple who just had her right leg chopped off at the knee. It's swollen and being in this condition, it makes it very hard to be on my knees....NOT that I spend a lot of time of me knees...

...SHUDUP! There is no need for you to be thinking of such things, when I'm in the condition that I am in right now! You should be ashamed. Besides, I could always use a pillow or something....IF needed...

ANYWAY, You know, I was reading Mighty Dyckerson's blog the other day and he was crying like a damn baby about how he skinned up his knee. OUCHY! Awww pooor baby, want momma to kiss it and make it all better? BOO HOO!

You weren't playing a rough, dirty, sweaty, game of softball, in hell! Were you DYCK? (yes, I forgot to mention, I live in Hell these days)

So, folks, in closing, Dyckerson's a baby, I feel like shit, I'm a cripple gimp and I need one of those guys who carry the geisha girls around on their back, for at least a week...maybe more...