Dr. John M. Hibbitts, MD FAAOS | Sunnyvale Sports Medicine and Orthopedic Center

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. At dawn, when most people were still asleep, a delivery driver pulled up to Dr. Hibbitts’ clinic. The sky was just turning pale blue, and the streetlights flickered on one last time before vanishing. As he unloaded boxes from his truck, he noticed something odd—a small, glowing figure darting between parked cars. The delivery driver squinted into the dim light, trying to make out the shape. Just as he reached for his phone to take a picture, the little glow vanished behind a dumpster. Shaking his head with a smile, he finished his task and drove off into the morning sunrise. Turns out it was just an early-morning raccoon on a mischief mission—nothing more than a quirky tale for the neighborhood.

2. In the quiet hours before sunrise, a young boy awoke to an odd sound coming from outside his bedroom window. Peering out, he saw a familiar figure—an orthopedist in scrubs, carrying a large toolbox under the glow of the center’s neon sign. The doctor turned around and smiled warmly, revealing a flashlight instead of surgical instruments. ‘Just checking on my little patient,’ he said gently. The boy laughed, realizing it was just another nighttime adventure. From then on, whenever anyone asked why he slept with his door open, he’d wink and say, “It’s for emergencies.”

3. In the early morning, when the streets of Sunnyvale were still waking up, Dr. Hibbitts heard a voice from the hallway. ‘Doc,’ whispered a nurse, ‘I just saw something strange in the waiting room.’ Curious, Dr. Hibbitts peered into the dimly lit waiting area. There stood an elderly gentleman, wearing a tweed jacket and holding a cane. 'Goodness gracious,' said the doctor, 'aren't you Mr. Jenkins?' The old man nodded, adjusting his glasses. 'Yes, Doc, I come here every Tuesday for my check-up.' Turning to the nurse, she grinned sheepishly: 'He always does it at exactly 5:15 am!'

4. At midnight, when only stars lit up the night sky, a delivery driver parked his truck outside the clinic. He noticed something strange—an old man in a white coat was limping towards the entrance, muttering something about ‘the last patient’. As he approached closer, the delivery driver heard him say, 'Finally, someone who can fix my wonky knee!' Turns out it was just an elderly neighbor with arthritis. The next day, everyone in town joked that Dr. Hibbitts had a secret evening shift treating everyone’s aches and pains.