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I had an interaction with a sales man at a phone case store. He looked at my extra battery charger iPhone case (because I use it a lot okay. I have a lot of friends)

He said it wasn't very fun.

I replied with "It's functional. And you can't spell functional with out fun buddy."

He said he had nothing to come back with and with that I left the store.

My brother said that I was acting sassy. Maybe I was. But that sales man did not appeal to me in the slightest. Telling me I'm boring is not the way to my heart, in case anyone was wondering.

"All you're gonna do is jump up on this little step." "Okay, no problem"

"Whenever you're ready, go ahead."

"Okay."

As I stood an inch away from the step, loaded in the jumping position, I couldn't help but think of all the things that could go wrong. What if I don't land right? What if I tear it again? What if I tear the other one?

Hi. Did you miss me? Okay. I am going to write a blog now. I currently have some of my club players playing high school soccer (I won't get into this, but in Connecticut players are not allowed to play club and high school at the same time) and they are frustrated that the level isn't where they want it to be, but more than that, the commitment and desire to improve is different from their own.

I haven't written in over a month, yet it seems much longer. I guess time goes slow when you can only do some of the things you enjoy, and not all of them. But that's neither her nor there or anywhere. I've been able to read quite a bit in the meantime. Of the many on my current list, I just finished Think Like A Freak from the guys that wrote Freakonomics. (I liked it a lot) They talk about what it takes to think like a freak. Looking at problem solving from different points of view, learning how to say "I don't know" and many other things.

As I've said in previous posts, I'm up for the task of experiencing every ounce of emotion that comes along with this injury. So far I have felt things that I have never felt before, and for that, it has been difficult. Every time a new emotion arises, I have to figure out what it is and how to handle it.

Recently I've been struggling with the idea that my body isn't listening to my brain. When I tell my quad to fire, it doesn't. When I tell my knee to bend, it doesn't. And when I tell my ACL to repair itself it just usually laughs at me.

Yesterday I watched the German Cup Final with Bayern Munich vs. Borussia Dortmund. In the dying seconds of the game I watched like a little kid in front of cartoons as Bayern forward Thomas Müller received a through ball, dribbled on the diagonal across a defender, rounded the goalkeeper and slotted home the goal that would put the game away. His reaction following was that of a school boy's. Which is the same as that of a passionate footballer.

Okay, here it goes. If you know me at all, then you know what this blog is all about. And if you don't know, now you know... We all for the most part think we have the best mom in the world. It's probably one of the most biased competitions this world will ever face. The cool thing about the competition is that each mom probably is the best, for that individual. Mostly because that mom raised them to think that way. So what most of this comes down to is a lot brainwashing. Touche` mothers.

Since tearing my ACL and meniscus, I've been really torn (punning) when it comes to topics of conversations. On the one hand, all I want to talk about is my knee. That's all I think about right now, so naturally it's all I want to talk about. But then I start talking about it, get frustrated and don't want to talk about it anymore... until I want to talk about it again. My friends and family, bless their hearts, are some of the best people around. They've been really awesome when it comes to talking about what I want to talk about, and that makes things a lot easier. I kind of expected that. It's like getting cheated on. And you don't want to know anything about the other girl. But you want to know everything about her.

Like any professional athlete, when a major announcement needs to be made, I look to my PR staff for the right words to explain what I'm feeling. Because I'm not always intelligent enough to come up with them on my own. Unfortunately, my PR staff had this to say:

"Meow"

I don't know how he's still getting paid.