Actually it was just a couple of years ago. One of my clients who has been with me even prior to pregame has a beautiful condo in Redondo Beach California. He had been after me to please come out sometime for a vacation and use it as his guest. He has another residence there as well. Well our oldest daughter relocated to the LA area so I decided to take him up on it. We went out and took another couple, a softball teammate of mine and his wife, Bo & Dottie. We get out there and meet my client at his office to pick up the key. The guy was incredibly nice. Told us to enjoy the place and we made arrangements to meet sunday for dinner. When we got to the condo it was incredible. Three levels, around 3,500 square foot so it was fairly spacious for a condo. Right on the ocean and the trip was off to an amazing start. That night the four of us went to a bar there in Redondo Beach, I think it was called Kilkenny's. Supposed to be an Irish themed sports bar. Well it was a dump, dirty and I would not feed my dogs that food. But they had a live band and the beer was cold. We made the best of it and partied on. The girls got pretty loaded and as we were leaving to walk back to the condo my wife said she wanted to get in the ocean. It was late, she was drunk and I told her to forget about it. Well, she proceeds to run down the hill to the beach. We're up on a walkway and I yell for her to stay the hell away from the damn water. She is giggling and now kicking off her shoes. Bo turns to me and says, okay bud, you better get your ass down there. I said, I know, DAMN! It is dark and the area of real dimly lighted. I take off running down this steep hill, I see where this is a drop off coming to a walkway and I envision a short, maybe one or two foot drop, why I have no clue. I was not exactly sober myself. I get to the drop and see I have a real problem, I am flat out flying and this drop is more like 7 feet and onto a concrete walkway, they call it the strand. In mid air I know I am basically screwed. I land badly and my left knee takes the brunt of it. I have a high tolerance of pain but this was brutal. My lovely wife is standing there and not even wet, she tells me she wasn't really going to go in. Well, we all make it back to the condo and I just know my knee is so screwed. I decide to sleep and see how it feels in the morning. It's just as bad come morning. I decide to try and wait on the hospital visit until I get back home. I don't want to spoil everyone else's trip. My daughter picks us up and we're off to Universal Studios where I limp around all day in that park and yes, ride the rides. My knee is screaming at me. Well, we stayed a coupe more days after that and I just toughed it out like a dummy. Just bending my knee to get back in my seat on the plane was horrid. The whole trip seemed like one big blur of intense pain. When I got back home I went to Columbia Orthopedic group and got the scan. Sure enough the knee cap was shattered. The surgery was set up and they put me back together. Now it's amazingly back to normal but that vacation was literally one from hell.