I am officially
old.
I came to the
conclusion today. It did not hit me all
at once of course. It is simply a combination of recent events that has led me
to this conclusion. Let me recap my
week.
ESPN did a story
about Barry Larkin’s son who is the star point guard on this year’s University
of Miami basketball team. Now if you are
not a sports fan this may not mean much to you.
But I remember arguing with my brother about this new rookie shortstop for the Reds named,
Barry Larkin. My
brother thought he was a sure All Star; I was not convinced. I just looked it up… that conversation took
place 27 years ago!
I pulled an
oblique shoveling this week. Seriously,
my side feels as if it went ten rounds with Mike Tyson. It is throbbing as if it's been peppered
by right jabs. Let me repeat… I hurt
myself shoveling. What’s next...pulling a hammy while golfing? Man, am I old.
My sister sent me
this really cool skit of Jimmy Fallon and Justin Timberlake doing a take on The
History of Rap. The thing is… I knew all
of the songs in the skit. Every single
one! It was THE HISTORY OF RAP and I
knew every single song. I am as old as
Rap!
I play basketball
on Saturday mornings in a Men’s league.
The High School season is over so many of the guys brought their teenage
sons to play with us this week. Thinking
of myself as spry, I stepped up to guard these young whippersnappers. Ten minutes later I was sucking wind, my back
was twisting into knots, and I had given up a triple double!
I went out to
dinner this week at 4:30 in the afternoon.
I was the only one under 80 in the place.
But what really
put me over the edge was a conversation on the radio as I drove home from work. The fact that I was listening to talk radio
should have been signal enough that I was old. But it was the conversation on
the radio that opened my eyes to how the years have passed me by. They were discussing how the Los Angeles
Times announced this week that they were cutting back on their newspaper
coverage and cutting out the box scores in the sports page. Their reasoning was that most people get
their news through the internet these days and this made box scores obsolete. What?
Wait a second… I used to spend hours as a kid reading over the box scores in
the paper. I used to love sitting there
and letting the games play out in my mind as I read the stats. I didn’t need ESPN or YouTube or Bleacher
Report. I had an imagination.
I can’t believe
that kids today have no need for the box scores. What do they do while eating their Pop tarts
and getting ready for school in the morning?
Am I that much of a dinosaur that I like the feel of a newspaper in my
hand? Am I that old that I prefer to let
the games play out in my mind instead of seeing hyped up replays flash across
the screen at a techno pace?
How did I get so old?
It is 8:30 pm on
a Saturday night, I am tired and I am going to bed to ponder this very thought!
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