Dear Jason Whitlock

If you happen to see me out tonight with my young reality TV starlet girlfriend, please don't be thrown my the lack of a pronounced limp. My knee really does hurt like hell. I'm just trying to look like I haven't a care in the world cause that's what the girls like. You may be tempted to conclude that running's not my thing. Or that I've lost my love for the sport that for a time had me fully captivated. That would very gracious of you considering other accusations you could level. Thank you for not thinking I'm a wimp. And let's not tell my wife about the girl. Alright bud?