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.