Don't f**k with a wounded Bear! (Or some other analogous large, powerful, hairy, creature)
Mongo took his injured knee and smashed face to the S.B.A.D.M.V.V.L. Hammerfest on Monday. I shouldn't have, but my rep in the barrio was on the line. It was 96 degrees with 200% humidity...and all the ballers were there!
"Give no quarter, Take no quarter"...If you show up to ride, you better be ready to go.
The pain I experienced in my knee during the climbs was so severe that I have probably started in motion a lifetime of knee surgeries. On a brighter note, I am happy to report that not only did I keep up and have a respectable day, but I never cried...in view of anyone else.
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