These days I walk with a bit of a limp.  This is due to an unfortunate incident I had with a mechanical bull in Mexico. It wasn’t the bull’s fault actually. I rode him like a champ: waving my imaginary cowboy hat above my head and slapping its backside. When I got thrown off, I landed with relative grace. But then I got cocky. I wanted a second turn. When I ran up to the bull once more, another guy got in my way. I jumped to the side to avoid him and POP, I tore the ACL and meniscus in my knee. It hurt. A lot.