The verdict is in.

I am home from meeting with my surgeon. The verdict is surgery.

This is not a surprise. It was coming. Fortunately for me, it will be arthroscopic and outpatient. This settles the nerves that I had and the bad dreams I bore about them saying the two most dreaded words in my world: knee replacement.

So, I've got some living to do between now and September 9th, which, oddly enough, coincides with the NFL's opening game. There's nothing like football with Vicodin!