[Bill,
January 17, 2008]
BTW, at age 44, I finally can't beat my nephew at basketball
He's 21 now. I've been able to beat him until this year. But alas, he's gotten better with time and I've lost more than a few steps. Such is the march of time.
One generation passes away, and another generation comes;
But the earth abides forever.
The sun also rises, and the sun goes down,
And hastens to the place where it arose.
The wind goes toward the south,
And turns around to the north;
The wind whirls about continually,
And comes again on its circuit.
All the rivers run into the sea,
Yet the sea is not full;
To the place from which the rivers come,
There they return again.
....
That which has been is what will be,
That which is done is what will be done,
And there is nothing new under the sun.
From then until now he went from an inch shorter than me to nearly 3 inches taller than me with long arms (and he is still growing.) Now I have to be careful about putting up shots, work for rebounds, etc. He doesn't have depth perception so his shooting is crap, but in close it is all over.
I'm still faster in running distances 2 miles or more and I still have a little higher vertical leap, but the last vestiges of physical superiority will soon be gone.
Now I spent a bit more time figuring out how soon I can retire.
Sounds like you're in pretty good shape, though.
His faux concern and barely concealed smile still makes me wonder just how unintentional it all was ... not that I can't extract revenge in so many other ways ... not that I would extract revenge, of course.