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!