I trashed my "advanced physique"!

To my own great detriment! The irony is I could have been the best, the fastest. I inherited from my father, Jack Kenney, an animal/chimpanzee like physique, the advanced physique. He could reach around the back of his head and drink a glass of water! We had extra length of bone with hyper accurate connecting tissue. But no, I had to go get deformed and stunted, {by fuzz-ball (tennis), scoliosis.} By the age of fifteen I was done, my life might as well have been over. (I had a younger brother who went through the same shit!) What happened? you may ask? Lets just say I got a little too exuberant around ten years old. Big service game mimicking Yoshi  A.'s "American Twist" and Bruce S.'s "cannonball". I climbed up the rankings (twelve and under), hit the (concrete) ceiling @ 9th in New England behind the likes of Bucky Adams, Chris Burr, Paul Gerkin, and then faded fast in the fourteens, never to be seen again. But no, wait, there was a time around then, (10-15), an event, "Southern Maine State Championships". I picked up some "hardware". I actually "cleaned up". Somehow, I got in the zone. My cross-court forehand was deadly, I couldn't miss the line. I guess the stars and planets must have been just right. The small glory faded fast, but not so with skiing. I hung on for a good and righteous ride another six/eight years carvin' the turns on the steep trails and slopes of the Gnarly Mountains, before I turned myself in, to the Chiropractors, and exiled to the forest. Flash forward fifty years (I am alive, still; I be here/we be here); I finally file for disability: spinal cord injury (scoliosis, tennis induced). Evidence?: third pair pelvic stabilizers (leather inserts for boots or shoes, last about ten years each) still kickin' around. One leg shorter than the other. No, one leg longer than the other. (Everybody knows I got a few loose marbles rattlin' around up there). As determined by the great Dr. D. Haspell: 7 millimeters. Those little 7 millimeters; don't get me going! Or better yet, go to my whine list:
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