Dear Right Knee
It’s difficult to imagine that tonight is our last night together. Tomorrow, you will find a new home, more than likely in some organic disposal site. Sorry about that. Other than the past two years, you have done a pretty decent job, through thick and, well, less thick.
We did ok in those early years learning to ride a bike and squatting behind the dish. Do you remember your first protectors? I do, that first catcher kit was the best. It was used, but a Yogi Berra signature set. Pretty worn but did the job.
We started high school about 5’5”, and graduated 6’1”, and somehow picked up another inch in the next year. All that growth had to be rough on you. All those years of hauling camera gear and kneeling to brace the right picture have taken their toll.
You have been to the Olympics, the Academy Awards, traveled all over the world, been in jeans, and slacks and tuxes and some pretty bizarre braces. You have been on the sidelines for the Super Bowl and down in the photo well for the World Series. You have had some pretty cool adventures.
Remember that time I smacked you against the helicopter door coming out on a hillside? Sorry about that, you were pretty swollen for a couple days, but we DID get through it!
And of course there was the horse wreck. While the right shoulder protected us from too much damage, I know you were banged up pretty good.
But I miss walking the dogs and hiking with Erin so it’s time to say goodbye. You hung in there with the kayak this summer, and I appreciate it, but I need to get moving again.
Walking with a cane the past few weeks hasn’t been very fun, so I know you are about worn out. So it’s time to say goodbye, it’s been a great 58 years, but you aren’t getting the job done anymore, so I’m calling to the bullpen for a new, younger, stronger version — Knee 2.0. I know, I know, I’ll be there myself soon enough.
Thanks for getting it done.