Long past the early thirties, I teeter on the edge of the mid thirties towards the inevitable late thirties. Yup. Getting older once again. Today is basketball night. I wonder how many years I really have of running up and down the court. Probably many. Probably not very many at an effective level.

Every once in a while, I think it's time to quit. The equation of pain vs. fun, divided by diminishing skill keeps changing. Can't be too much longer, can it?