A true poem based on knee injury 2 years ago, inspired to write this regarding the neck surgeries of Peyton Manning and the fall for his former team the Indianapolis Colts no long after.
Rain on my mind
One day…waking up to live at least one new event is what you hope for
One day…minding one’s business locking the door leaving the house as dogs bark as they see red horns
One day…Finding out a small inconvenience turns into a small problem
One day…A bus driver stops to take a 5 minute break raking with speed leaving the bus on neutral as the bell was ringing below his thighs which told him to park the bus and ran into a Taco Bell as I was feeling a tick below my thighs as time seem to leave me as the rain outside my window on the bus wouldn’t end
One day…I was contemplating leaving the bus to give me the beast chance to relief myself not in the dungeon of a bus but the white walls of my bedroom as I was holding out crazy hope to link from one bus to the other to get home only made me feel like a plum frying for months on a seat on the bus turns into a smelly prune
The driver came back to start the bus as the time to link to the next bus was a dire as Prince realizing his high heels killed his knees little did I know what he felt as one lapse of judgment deserves another as the driver on the bus I was on was honking to alert the linking bus in front of it.
I launched myself out of the first bus and tried to met the linking bus half way through the intersection across the street of Chipotle then I ran like Michael Johnson sprinting for gold giving myself a chance to catch the bus until I trip on the sidewalk on Martin Luther King drive and I drove my knee on the sidewalk and the right side of my body from the weight of my book bag felt like Lawrence Taylor dragging me from my head which left my whole right side along with my knee bloody along with my elbow and my hip as my head was dizzy and my right side was a numb as my fingers feel when I bathe too long as the linking bus was long gone as my screams and grunts only Maria Sharapova could love became louder and louder as I leaned near an apartment fence on that one day.
I called my mother to tell her I missed the bus linking across the street of Chipotle but I felt pokes from my inner bird telling me not to tell the circumstances but I did as the pain in the rain only worsened.
I limped up through Martin Luther King Drive on a slippery climb as the hill was going up, down and up again like Nasdaq stock as my normal walk through in the rain normally was 15 minutes turned into 35 minutes feeling like Corey Gaines does when Diana Taurasi and Candace Dupree don’t score fast enough as more tears were trying to come out of my eyes and more blood was dripping from my shoes as the next bus was on time near University of Cincinnati as the transfer was still dry enough for the driver of this bus to take it as I struggled getting up the stairs and struggled to take my seat as the bus took me home. I took a long salty sweaty shower but the pain was so hard to bare as my body felt like it was being hit by 1000 bees trying to beat me up like my niece’s boyfriend who boxes for a living on that one day.
Couldn’t even take off my pants unless I was sitting on the bathroom toilet but I was determined to go out to by laundry detergent. My mother told me no way, but I didn’t listen, I wanted to feel like a Stanley Cup champion to wrap up my knee and arms with toilet paper to go out once more the more I walked to the bus stop which was only seconds away in normal conditions turned into a 4 minute nightmare walking with an anvil for a leg
I felt like a zombie fro the Thriller video as I couldn’t push up or stand with my cart as I hopped around the store with one leg. I shouldn’t have been out in the first place sine not long after I departed from the bus the second time around I left my glasses on the bus and had to run and skip on one leg crossing the street. I bought the detergent and groceries and the agony from getting off the last bus ride which took one hour to sit in pain will turn out to be another painful ride back into the rain as my knee felt like a rotator cuff on the bus was going to leave me on that one day
One day changes people for the better or for the worst as my knee pain from a dislocated knee cap and cartilage tear still exist as I wish to get my knee back but that one rainy day was one of the worst days of my rainy life.
Peyton Manning's tearful end as a Colt
One day and one event changes everything, just 2 year later from my pain the Indianapolis Colts fans feel the pain of having a career threatening injury to quarterback Peyton Manning not only was his misfortune but the misfortune of the Colts from being a football power to the abyss in one year. Peyton Manning’s play hid the problems the Colts had in rushing the ball since Edgerrin James was released and defensive linebacker core are smaller when average needed ball control from the offense so the defense wouldn’t tire out quickly on the field.
Colts were challenging perfection and another Super Bowl ring 3 years ago. 2 years ago reached postseason play only because the Jacksonville Jaguars wilted to end the season started 7-5 and ended up 8-8 to last season as the seriousness of Manning injury was apparent the team won only 2 games last season. Drafting Andrew Luck as number 1 draft pick won’t solve all the problems the Colts kept hidden because of Manning, but it is a big rebuilding block.
From sharing MVP in the 2003 with late former Tennessee Titans quarterback Steve McNair and winning 3 more MVP trophies in his career regardless where he plays football in the future Manning did great thing as a quarterback and the face of the NFL.
Here are my photos from the last 2 days.
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| Sorta coach 2107 as cold weather returned. |
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| Looks like Betty Boop was staring at the Garden Fresh pizza from Papa John's |
