Love that global warming!
It's especially easy to post a facetious response when you're nursing a (recovering) busted knee, and grit you teeth looking out of the window...
Did you bust your knee when, in a fit of musical euphoria during a concert, you dove off the stage into the mosh pit, only to find that it wasn't a mosh pit, and that your unexpecting fans just moved out of the way in astonishment, leaving a hard wooden floor to break your fall? I thought so.
I broke my patella when I was 23 years old by diving across a concrete floor to slam a cross court winner in a ping pong game. The resulting shot made the score 13-0. It hurt like hell, like a bad funny bone pain, but I recovered in a few minutes and finished the game.
I noticed some changes in my knee afterwards, but I continued to play basketball, jog, and golf for about three years before realizing my knee was getting worse. I went to the doctor, and the x-ray showed that 20% of my kneecap had split away. The doctor performed a major surgery to repair the knee, but I lost that part of the kneecap.
I continued to play basketball for several years after, but the injury eventually forced me to give up b-ball and running prematurely, and stick to golf. Now, at 48, the knee is osteoarthritic and slightly deformed, but doesn't cause me much pain, which I attribute to a consistent effort to keep the joint strong by riding a stationary bike and regular leg extension exercises.
The weather hasn't been conducive to golf in the Pacific Northwest. 23 degrees in North Plains this morning, but the power is back on.