Sunday, Dec 18
so this is how it ends...
I used to pride myself on being a decent basketball player. up until a few years ago, I still could run the court somewhat well - I knew my limitations and played within them. but the last few years showed me that I had best give up playing for my own good...of course, I was still better than my son, and would be for a long time, right??
so, I went to the health club yesterday with my son, who plays on the sophmore bball team. He said he was going to shoot a bit and lift weights..so I thought I would show him a few things...maybe bully him a bit, show him who was boss, trash talk him, then go sit in the whirlpool. so, we shot a bit. and then the inevitable - we started covering one another. I figured I was in for an easy time of it...but he waved an elbow under my nose like a tough player would do, and fired a jumper in the hoop. Ok - that was a fluke. I hit one over him. he took it back at me. an effortless double pump, and the ball swished. at that point, I knew. He was now better than i was - way better, and probably had reached that point long ago. I'd probably hurt myself if I tried to prove otherwise.. No "Great Santini" driveway game to pass the torch was needed to show who was top dog. I accepted my fate and walked out of the gym to lift weights. A fat, slow, middle aged guy has no business in the gym when the young fast guys are playing basketball. I was punked. and I am now done playing bball..for good. something I had done for a long time, and spent many thousand hours in many gyms perfecting my now-woeful fat middle aged white guy game.
but, I am pretty sure I can beat my son at golf - because he has no interest in playing golf. I'll probalby take him out in April and open up a can of whoop ass on the course.....that will fix everything...So there.
some good stuff on pensions in today's Trib - I will write about that tomorrow.
I used to pride myself on being a decent basketball player. up until a few years ago, I still could run the court somewhat well - I knew my limitations and played within them. but the last few years showed me that I had best give up playing for my own good...of course, I was still better than my son, and would be for a long time, right??
so, I went to the health club yesterday with my son, who plays on the sophmore bball team. He said he was going to shoot a bit and lift weights..so I thought I would show him a few things...maybe bully him a bit, show him who was boss, trash talk him, then go sit in the whirlpool. so, we shot a bit. and then the inevitable - we started covering one another. I figured I was in for an easy time of it...but he waved an elbow under my nose like a tough player would do, and fired a jumper in the hoop. Ok - that was a fluke. I hit one over him. he took it back at me. an effortless double pump, and the ball swished. at that point, I knew. He was now better than i was - way better, and probably had reached that point long ago. I'd probably hurt myself if I tried to prove otherwise.. No "Great Santini" driveway game to pass the torch was needed to show who was top dog. I accepted my fate and walked out of the gym to lift weights. A fat, slow, middle aged guy has no business in the gym when the young fast guys are playing basketball. I was punked. and I am now done playing bball..for good. something I had done for a long time, and spent many thousand hours in many gyms perfecting my now-woeful fat middle aged white guy game.
but, I am pretty sure I can beat my son at golf - because he has no interest in playing golf. I'll probalby take him out in April and open up a can of whoop ass on the course.....that will fix everything...So there.
some good stuff on pensions in today's Trib - I will write about that tomorrow.
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