Apparently, the NFL can go so far as to need the cane, a seeing eye dog, and the glasses, even after laser eye surgery.
Check out this article before you do anything else. Read it a million times over.
Now, check out this video. Watch it closely, and as many times as needed to get every single flipping detail in:
For clarifying purposes, the defender who hit Cardinals wide receiver Anquan Boldin from behind is Jets safety Kerry Rhodes. The safety who collided head-on into Boldin is Eric Smith.
Now, you tell me. Exactly which safety should be getting fined; Smith, or Rhodes? Comment on this; it’s gonna be a full-blown discussion. This conversation is hopefully gonna last longer than the more intelligent ones I tried to start. Hell, maybe Derek will actually freakin’ comment this time too. It doesn’t take much brain to see who truly is the one who actually deserves the fine.
I just found out that I didn’t make cuts. And it’s probably because of the EXACT same thing that happened when I tried out back in high school; I did good with EVERYTHING ELSE, and then I served horribly.
I don’t get it. I didn’t feel all that nervous once I got warmed up. And usually I have a really good, consistent serve.
NOT TONIGHT! It was so off I was about ready to kill someone, preferably myself, I felt so retarded, and I had a need to disappear. Better to commit suicide than homicide, because you can’t go to jail if you’re already dead.
Gawd, it ticks me off so freakin’ much. So folks, I officially have NOTHING to do for the year. No track, because I work at games on the weekends, which will OBVIOUSLY conflict with meets. No club soccer, because I didn’t make cuts. No club volleyball, because I didn’t make cuts. Intramurals isn’t competitive enough to actually be any fun.
I’m going to be so depressed by the time winter break comes up.
If you all couldn’t tell, I’m very mad. I’m done writing this post. Bye.
I’m sure most, if not all of you who read my blog, know that I have a bad knee; a knee which I injure too many damn times, and therefore must have something wrong with it. It’s my right one, specifically, you know. The one I strain my tendons and ligaments in all the time? One wonders why I haven’t blown it yet, like destroyed my ACL or something.
Anyway, this morning I had Kinesiology lab and were were doing Manual Muscle Tests (testing a specific muscle group for strength and to see if there’s any pain, if there’s any at all) and goniometric measurements of the lower extremities (lower body, feet to hips, basically). Anyway, setting aside my minorly sprained ankle (which I may tell you about in a minute), I made a discovery about my knees.
Goniometry is the measurement of angles, basically. In kinesiology’s case, the angles are our joints, thus we’re measuring the range of motion of that joint. When measuring the knee, the start value is our knee extended, straightened, but not fully extended. When we measure the full extension of the knee, we’re measuring how much it hyper-extends. Sooooo, I got my knees’ ranges of motion measured.
When you measure the degree of extension when it comes to the knee, you prop the foot up on something—a sweatshirt, a book, something similar—and allow gravity to pull your knee “backwards” until it locks. My left knee was relatively normal, it’s extension range of motion was 3°, a relatively normal range. My right knee, on the other hand, was a completely different story.
When we propped it on the sweatshirt, it didn’t lock. This meant that it wasn’t fully extended. So, I tried to adjust my foot’s position, but by the time she actually took the measurement, it still wasn’t fully extended. But even with it not being fully extended, the measurement we got was 19°. So, I’m saying that my estimated ROM for my right knee is at least 20°. One of these days, I want to get a more accurate measure.
So, it totally threw me off when I found out my right knee was about 16° more extensible than my left knee. When I thought about it, I figured hey, maybe that’s why I’m having ligament and tendon problems with my right knee, and maybe that’s why I always hyper-extend my left.
So, anyone else have any thoughts to add to this? Any questions you might want to ask? I’ll answer what I can. So be sure to check your comments, because I don’t think I have a plug-in that notifies commenters if/when their comment is replied to.
Oh, before I go, I said I was gonna tell you about my ankle, right? Well, if I didn’t who cares? I’m telling you anyway!
Okay, so, last Friday, some of the female members of the track team met up to play Ultimate Frisbee (I’m not running track this year, unfortunately, so Coach probably hates me…). It was really fun and all.
So the field we were playing on, one of our endzones was actually sloped a little. You can sort of see where this is going. Well, towards the end of our scrimmage, I was on offense cherry picking the end zone. Kris… Kristen (?) threw me the frisbee, and I turned to try and catch it. When I missed, I turned back around and rolled my ankle REALLY bad. I felt a small pop, and it hurt like a BITCH for a while. I walked back over to our end (because we eventually scored), rubbed it a few times, and then shrugged it off and continued playing. While it didn’t hurt all that much (or maybe it did and I was too focused on the game to actually notice) during the game, when I finished eating and went back to my room, it was killing me. Later that night, it was swollen. With the advice of my good friend Steve (yes folks, he’s still very much alive), I propped it up on my desk and the swelling did go down.
I’m checking my ankle right now and… it looks like… there’s no swelling. But occasionally, when I walk, there’s a shooting pain that goes down my talus, and sometimes on the underside of my foot too. It’s not a crippling pain, but it’s noticeable enough to be annoying and slightly painful.
There you have it. Okay, leave comments with theories and questions if you have any. I’ll reply and answer what I can.
My play seemed really good during the scrimmage, and I had a ton of really good shots during the shooting drills, so I have no clue what it is I need to work on. :sigh: I’m gonna email the coach and see.
Okay, I have about 15 minutes before I have to run for my class—psych—(only one of the day YAY!), so I’ll tell you all how I’ve been doing.
Things are okay I suppose. There are ups and downs. Like, for example, I’m using the computer in the computer lab, and it’s not because it just so happens to be close to the classroom (though it is). As a matter of fact, I don’t have any internet. In my single, I have a phone jack and two computer jacks. I tried all three in my quest to activate my internet account, but none of them worked. Dad thinks I messed up my cable, but I didn’t do anything to it, and it’s perfectly fine. I think Apogee’s screwing with something (Apogee, btw, is the internet provider here on campus). Dad called them a couple of days ago, and they said they would get in touch with me.
Well, they have YET TO DO THAT!
So Dad’s going to give them a call sometime today and find out what the hell’s going on.
Anyway, other news. I’m still job hunting, but today I’m going to go fill out an application for office assistant. I’m still looking, and hoping, so I can only keep doing that until I actually get a job, because there’s a lot of crap that I need, like, really bad.
Let’s see… this Saturday is club soccer tryouts. Guess what I’m doing this weekend :grin:? And track has a meeting tomorrow. I decided I’m only going to run outdoor, because I hate running indoor (it probably would have been different if I had ran indoor track throughout my high school career instead of just starting to run it my freshman year in college).
Hopefully I make the club team; that would make me really, really happy. I tried giving up soccer last year, and I just couldn’t do it, so I’m not going to
So, I won’t be online as much as I want to, and you won’t be able to find me online playing games, YET. Hopefully, this crap with Apogee with right itself so I can actually use my OWN computer instead of using the ones in the freezer known as a computer lab. Till next time, folks.
The women’s team got 5th place, and the guy’s team got 4th. Marcia again did an AMAZING job; she qualified for provisionals (nationals) in the 400m dash, and our 4×1 team did too if I recall correctly.
Personally, I did okay with the 200, but I did shitty in triple. Don’t even ask for details :shudders: I don’t want to go into that.
My 200 run… dash… anyway, it felt really good. I came out of my blocks really well, and in generally it felt like I did a god job.
I think I know why I have such a hard time making friends. Because I have no idea what to say around people without looking like an idiot. I take a while to think about what I’m going to say, and by the time I’m ready to say it, it would be out of context with the conversation. Nevertheless, I realized that if I want to be friend with someone, I end up not being their friend, and if there’s someone I didn’t really think about being friends with, I end up their friend. So maybe if I convince myself that I don’t have to be someone’s friend, I’ll be able to be a little less tense and self-conscious around them and eventually end up their friend.
Anyway, Friday, as of now, is the day. THE DAY. I really can’t wait. I’m sick of work. Of course, I’ll only have like, a 3 week break before guess what? I go back to school again! Well, at least it’s in Binghamton and not Ithaca. I was planning on going to IC… if it weren’t for the fact that summer class at IC cost at least twice as much as the classes at SUNY Binghamton.
But that’s about it for now. I have work to do… unfortunately. Till next time.
Coach hates me… or something. I’ve also learned that she is kind of spiteful.
I suppose it was my fault. I didn’t realize the meet this weekend was going to be on Sunday. Until yesterday, I could have sworn it was a Saturday. So I had to let Coach know today that I couldn’t compete because I was in a dance performance.
Well, sorry for not dedicating my life to track.
Anyway, she feels that track is more important than this dance performance, even though I have to be in it. And that wasn’t even the only thing.
She freakin’ scratched me from the 100 today because I “didn’t warm up enough.”
Okay. Back in high school, I never warmed up for anything. And I get injured more here than I did back on the high school track team. And when I do warm up, it only takes me around 15-20 minutes, and since I ran in a relay previous to what was supposed to be my dash, I was already warm, so I didn’t need more than 10 minutes. Sorry Coach; you may have needed an hour, but I don’t need more than 20 minutes to warm up.
So, this is the outcome of this glorious fucking day; she’s pissed at me; she said “I was so excited about your 200 time that I was gonna take you to Penn Relays, but now I need to think about it… I need to figure our your future on the team.”
So, because I didn’t warm up because I didn’t need to, and because I have a life outside of track, I’m possibly gonna get booted off of the team? The one message that came to me throughout the whole thing was that she thinks I’m not committed enough to the team. That pisses me off more than anything in the world. What the hell is that supposed to mean?! I’ve been to as many practices as I could go to, I’ve been to every meet I was supposed to compete in. I’ve trained and tried to figure out a way to get faster, I’ve been injured and haven’t said anything about it so I could continue to do what she wanted me to do. Like, for instance, my back is painfully out. It’s been out for a few days. I still ran and jumped. Plus I jumped even after my knees started to hurt. How is that NOT committed?
Whatever. I’ll come back next fall whether she fucking likes it or not.
This is so fucking ironic; I finally get serious about something, only to get that thing possibly taken away from me.
And people wondered why I’ve always been so afraid to take a risk and get serious about something and strive to achieve a goal; because I FAIL in the end, no matter what I do.
