I made a comment a while back that wasn't all that well received, but it basically boils down to the only excuse is being dead. And I stand by that. I've got friends that are missing limbs and expect more out of themselves and want more out of life, so they refuse to let injury put them on the sidelines. No, let me rephrase. Not the sidelines, the bleachers, next to a concession stand. There is something, always something, that someone can do so long as they're alive, even if it just means eating less. The first thing that comes to mind when I hear muh knees is some 40-something fatass doughboy who's balding, talking himself up to be tough and reminiscing of his peak days of playing basketball or football in high school. I guess the takeaway is that their excuses really aren't for us, they're for themselves.