MILLEDGEVILLE — Unfortunately I received another punch to the gut this past week — another gentle reminder that the old gray mare ain’t what she used to be. This has become standard operating procedure as of late and this particular one unnerved me pretty good. Before I give you the particulars of this incident we should delve into a little background.
I’ve always loved to participate in sports, but as the years have chugged along it became painfully true that some of those things I liked to do were going to have to fall by the wayside.
As one example I quit playing basketball with the young whippersnappers in my early 50s. When it got to the point where I could put my best move on them and they were still standing right in front of me smiling I knew the end was near. It did not help matters that I was routinely the last one chosen when the game began. I also gave up recreation softball when a fly ball that I was in hot pursuit of, hit me in the foot instead of the glove. I took these things as signs that it was time to gracefully retire before things spiraled completely out of control and my legendary status as a multi-sport star was tarnished beyond repair.
I have continued to play golf but it is currently on the endangered species list because my hand-eye coordination and strength is such that most of my shots are short and crooked — not a good combination for that sport.
It’s kind of annoying to be getting on in years. I can tell that age is definitely taking a toll. I’ve even begun to resent the swimsuit issue in “Sports Illustrated” because all those pictures don’t leave much room for articles to read.