i don’t remember the first time i was tibbed. maybe i didn’t request it, or maybe i was coerced by way of being asked to tib someone else.
sometimes i like the pain, and sometimes i wonder if i will have a knee afterward.
i remember the dough tray tib of 2005. i wasn’t sure if i would ever recover. my knee cap was very loose and had a gigantic goose egg on top. i don’t think there was any permanent damage, but i won’t really know until i’m old and the arthritis sets in. then i can look down at my grandkids and say, “i lost all my cartilage in a tibbing accident.”
and they will believe me.
That was a good day.