Bad Dance Moves
Saturday night had all of the ingredients of a memorable evening.
I attended Rangers v. Penguins, one of the most exciting and spirited hockey games I'd ever attended. After allowing themselves to fall to a two goal deficit, the Rangers rallied back on the strength of some stunning netminding by Henrik Lundqvist and an absolute rocket from the right circle by Nik Zherdev (full disclosure: Zherdev is on my fantasy team) with just over 8 seconds remaining to tie up the match. The game would end up going to a shootout where Lundqvist shut the door on three consecutive Penguins and Sjostrom slid one by Fleury to net the Rangers 2 points in the standings. Shortly after the game, we were asked to leave the suite by MSG staff, but not before he used the phrase 'She was a wreck up from the neck up' in reference to describe someone who he just ejected from a neighboring suite.
This night was awesome.
After the game we headed to a bar in MSG called Play by Play on the second floor of the Garden, which features all sorts of distractions. I used up someone's spare dollar that they had left in Big Buck Hunter Pro, with a Buffalo trek through Africa, and played Bill in an unspirited Jets v. Jets game of the original NFL Blitz. But, the real selling point of Play by Play is a regulation height basketball hoop with an extremely forgiving rim. When we got there, there were a couple of little kids who were hogging the court. Needless to say, we circled the area like vultures until the kids headed out. Bill suggested we gamble on a free throw shooting contest, him and Shari vs. Rich and me. We all quickly agreed to this. After a fairly embarassing drubbing in the first match up, me and Rich won the double or nothing rematch, and the owners of the bar eventually asked us to leave as we were the only patrons.
It was now about 11 and we headed to Peter Dillon's to play a couple of games of pool before calling the night quits. We quickly got on the table and played a couple racks. At some point during the game, I was moved to dance after draining a tricky bank shot. Being inspired by some Killers beats, I attempted to pivot, except something went horribly wrong. An acute pain flashed through my knee causing it to buckle and I quickly succumbed to the pull of gravity. After a smattering of well deserved chuckles, it began to dawn on me that there was something legitimately wrong with my joint. After some brief moral support and a half hour or so of me whining about how spectacularly dumb dancing is, I hobbled off to a yellow cab and headed back to Vai's apartment where we spent the next hour or so googling what could be wrong with the my knee. It turns out it is one of roughly a million things.
I woke up Sunday with a right leg that felt like it weighed roughly 150 pounds and had the flexibility of an old, dry stick. My knees are almost comically large to begin with, and now the right one looks like it has been fully inflated. Now, I am usually fairly inactive on Sundays, with the standard list of activities that include getting out of bed, walking to the couch, and watching football (it turns out that this particular Sunday I had plans that I unfortunately needed to cancel). However, today, even my standard Sunday activities were outside of my realm of capabilities. Vai helped me out of bed, wheeled me in a swiveling chair to the sofa, and helped me get in. She gave me a sack of frozen peas to apply to my knee and some anti inflammatories. She is referring to me more frequently as her 'invalid' as opposed to her 'boyfriend'. I am currently a fixture in her living room.
It is about 830p and the knee is still unable to support any sort of weight, much less walk. I am heading back to Long Island to see the Doctor, shoot some x-rays through the ol' knob and see if he can let me know what's not working correctly and when I will get back to my natural gait. This sucks. On the bright side, I now find myself with more than enough time to post on this blog again.
As an aside, Vai's fortune cookie contained the phrase, 'Happy events will occur shortly in your home'. I can only hope (it's about my knee).
I attended Rangers v. Penguins, one of the most exciting and spirited hockey games I'd ever attended. After allowing themselves to fall to a two goal deficit, the Rangers rallied back on the strength of some stunning netminding by Henrik Lundqvist and an absolute rocket from the right circle by Nik Zherdev (full disclosure: Zherdev is on my fantasy team) with just over 8 seconds remaining to tie up the match. The game would end up going to a shootout where Lundqvist shut the door on three consecutive Penguins and Sjostrom slid one by Fleury to net the Rangers 2 points in the standings. Shortly after the game, we were asked to leave the suite by MSG staff, but not before he used the phrase 'She was a wreck up from the neck up' in reference to describe someone who he just ejected from a neighboring suite.
This night was awesome.
After the game we headed to a bar in MSG called Play by Play on the second floor of the Garden, which features all sorts of distractions. I used up someone's spare dollar that they had left in Big Buck Hunter Pro, with a Buffalo trek through Africa, and played Bill in an unspirited Jets v. Jets game of the original NFL Blitz. But, the real selling point of Play by Play is a regulation height basketball hoop with an extremely forgiving rim. When we got there, there were a couple of little kids who were hogging the court. Needless to say, we circled the area like vultures until the kids headed out. Bill suggested we gamble on a free throw shooting contest, him and Shari vs. Rich and me. We all quickly agreed to this. After a fairly embarassing drubbing in the first match up, me and Rich won the double or nothing rematch, and the owners of the bar eventually asked us to leave as we were the only patrons.
It was now about 11 and we headed to Peter Dillon's to play a couple of games of pool before calling the night quits. We quickly got on the table and played a couple racks. At some point during the game, I was moved to dance after draining a tricky bank shot. Being inspired by some Killers beats, I attempted to pivot, except something went horribly wrong. An acute pain flashed through my knee causing it to buckle and I quickly succumbed to the pull of gravity. After a smattering of well deserved chuckles, it began to dawn on me that there was something legitimately wrong with my joint. After some brief moral support and a half hour or so of me whining about how spectacularly dumb dancing is, I hobbled off to a yellow cab and headed back to Vai's apartment where we spent the next hour or so googling what could be wrong with the my knee. It turns out it is one of roughly a million things.
I woke up Sunday with a right leg that felt like it weighed roughly 150 pounds and had the flexibility of an old, dry stick. My knees are almost comically large to begin with, and now the right one looks like it has been fully inflated. Now, I am usually fairly inactive on Sundays, with the standard list of activities that include getting out of bed, walking to the couch, and watching football (it turns out that this particular Sunday I had plans that I unfortunately needed to cancel). However, today, even my standard Sunday activities were outside of my realm of capabilities. Vai helped me out of bed, wheeled me in a swiveling chair to the sofa, and helped me get in. She gave me a sack of frozen peas to apply to my knee and some anti inflammatories. She is referring to me more frequently as her 'invalid' as opposed to her 'boyfriend'. I am currently a fixture in her living room.
It is about 830p and the knee is still unable to support any sort of weight, much less walk. I am heading back to Long Island to see the Doctor, shoot some x-rays through the ol' knob and see if he can let me know what's not working correctly and when I will get back to my natural gait. This sucks. On the bright side, I now find myself with more than enough time to post on this blog again.
As an aside, Vai's fortune cookie contained the phrase, 'Happy events will occur shortly in your home'. I can only hope (it's about my knee).
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