I'm 60. Hope is about all I have to hold on to. Heck if I went on stats alone and looked at my own physical trajectory, I would be one depressed dude. I'd be like... my gut is getting bigger and softer, I smoke and my lung capacity isn't what it used to be (I hope to give up smoking but history says I won't), I have less hair, wrinkles, less stamina. Daaaaam, history says I'm getting old. Isn't that the way man! Yet, I remain hopeful

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Football and sports... the great microcosm for life. The old get culled and put out to pasture, youth and brawn are connected, experience breeds bad habits and trepidation, lack of decisions leave you rooted to one place, change is inevitable, the hopeless is never that hopeless. deep thoughts by Jack Handy lol
Hey, it's Sunday morning. The sun is shining. Spring has sprung. Hope springs eternal