I’ve plunged into a mini midlife crisis. I’ve realized that I’m too old to become a superstar athlete. I wasn’t an athlete in the first place, but as long as I was young enough, there was the hope that I might be some untapped sports prodigy. Now that I’m too old to reveal any hidden talent I must come to grips with the passing of my youth. When it comes to sports, I’ve moved from could be to never was.
This change represents a monumental life shift. In a world that glorifies youth, I’m no longer in the fold. I’m the ‘old guy’, never again to enjoy the focused attention of media marketing, to be the hope of aging generations. I’m also not yet old enough to enjoy retirement or even Cialis. I’m drifting some where in the middle. Alas, what am I to do? Sigh. I shouldn’t think about things like this when I have a cold.