Wednesday, May 16, 2007

It's all downhill from here...


Last year, when I turned 35, it dawned on me that I am no longer young. It's not that I'm necessarily old, but I'm definitely not young any longer. On Saturday I went to the KC Wizards game and noted only one player on both rosters who is older than me. Watching the Stanley Cup Playoffs (with considerable duress, due to my Sabres collapse) I have found only a handful of players who are over 35. Today while reading a Fox Sports article about aging baseball players Randy Hill wrote the following:


At the unintentionally tender age of 35, many representatives of the male human fraternity reach a stunning physical crisis. This encounter often seems to occur overnight, creating the need for spotter assistance so the subject can stand upright. The bedroom mirror — which was transformed from ally to ambivalent bystander during those early 30s — officially has become the enemy. It suggests that your once-stellar physique now is falling apart with the unmistakable sprawl of a haphazardly engineered taco.


Bottom line- it's all downhill from here.

6 comments:

GUNNY said...

Add to that the probability of being closer to death than birth and it's really a happy occasion!

Feeling your pain ...

M. Jay Bennett said...

I don't know about you guys but I used to have a 34" waist. After four years of marriage and seminary, in which I cross into the 30's, I'm up to 40". I've been at 40" for more than two years now. I hope I've reached a plateau.

I think it's God's way of warning me to be careful not to get too big for my britches.

aka said...

:) you boys "ain't seen nothin"
YET

Mark Davis said...

Look on the bright side. You can still read unassisted, you probably don't take meds on a daily basis, and you've probably not had anything repaired or replaced yet.

To be brutally honest, you're still on the summit of your physical abilities. You shouldn't notice the downhill slope till around 40. That's when stuff really starts breaking down.

AJF said...

Dang....

Frontier Forest said...

HOW COME, JUST BEFORE LEAVING FOR WORK, AFTER TAKING A FRESH CUP OF COFFEE TO MY BEAUTIFUL WIFE, BENDING OVER AND KISSING HER GOOD BYE, SHE POKES ME A COUPLE OF TIMES, RIGHT IN THE GUT, AND THEN LOVING SAYS, "GOOD BYE TUBBY?"