Unfortunately I've developed a whole new appreciation and sympathy for Raef and his banged up knees. This morning I woke up with a sore knee, which turned into a very sore knee, which turned into a swollen knee, all of which turned me into a gimp. I can't really explain what happened, but for now, I'm chalking it up to the first signs of aging (I am pushing 30 after all). So far, the Doc (my doctor, not Rivers) hasn't given me any real answers, so I won't draw this pity party out too long. But I can't help but picture myself as that guy that shows up at the courts wearing wristbands and sweatpants absolutely REEKING of Flexall. Still, don't you worry about me. I mean, I don't have a 5 year, 8 figure contract weighing on my shoulders or anything. So you know, it could be worse.
I Am Raef LaFrentz
By Jeff Clark