Old Age

I admit that I am getting old.
I mean I can't really hide it from anyone.
I have always heard about this stage in my life and I feel like I was almost promised the benefits of it by several older friends.
Well I am here to say that I have not found many good things about the age cycle.
Lets start with friends. When I was younger, which basically means 40 or less, I never watched a Georgia game by myself. I was at a party or at a sports bar or had friends over, or at the very least, I was with my son and another friend of his and another dad.
Now it has fallen to me and my wife, and while she gives her best effort, its more like her working in the yard, cleaning, reading or sleeping, and then she throws in a "good play" or something about once a quarter.
She really doesn't watch guys.
My only satisfaction is the game itself.


As you all know my kids are gone from Macon, probably only to return on special holidays. I don't blame them and I am extremely proud of them. But where is the good in this. You raise them and you get to like them a little bit by the time they have grown up a bit and then when you finally get to that point they leave and all you get is a daily text and a phone call every once in awhile. Yeah these getting older years are a blast. I guess we are supposed to be thankful that we raised good kids and they don't want to be sitting on my door step, eating Cheetos in their underwear.


Then there is the memory factor. I see people and struggle with names, I lose my keys daily, as well as my debit card and sometimes I lose them pretty good. The other day I was almost leaving for work and I went for the last comb of my hair and I had white stuff in it. Closer examination showed that I was shampoo so evidently I had forgotten to rinse the hair out after I washed it. I guess I was a little more sleepy than I thought.


I miss the part of my younger days when I just didn't really give a crap about things. That's right I have become a sentimental lush in my old days. I decided to start selling things  this weekend that had been in the house and now had been replaced in the house. The old fridge where so man spills inside had happened and that housed gallons and gallons of mile is now gone and I almost teared up as it drove away in a strangers car. The chest of drawers from one of the kids rooms is now gone and  I couldn't help but remember when we moved those things into the room and almost tore down a wall doing it.
But now they are gone.
The old microwave is also gone, the one that I got as a wedding present from all my friends when microwaves were not in everyones house. It has worked all these years, fell out of the rotation to newer stuff but made it back in when that one broke. I mean that microwave has been with us for the long haul and if it could tell stories, it would not be a good thing. I mean did one of my kids really put one of my cats in it ??
No one will ever truly know.
But its gone for 10 bucks and I was sad about it.
My favorite restaurant in North Macon, La Bamba is now torn down. I loved that place because the food was got and the man had my order ready before I sat down. Sometimes I think he cooked it before I showed up because it was that fast. I am saddened that its not even a building anymore.
Old age brings fewer friends I mentioned that but heck, sometimes I uber just to be around people. Now its everyone above 40 that I take is my cohort and we talk about old age, while everyone younger just gets my worldy advice. I am sure they love that.
But what they get is me and I really don't know any other way to be. I am past the cool age to younger people for sure and I am sure they laugh as they get out of my car. I hate being the old person !!!!
I am also hating what the age thing has done to me as an athlete. Here is the deal, I was never great at anything, but I was extremely coordinated with good hand eye coordination. I could basically do athletic things easily. I hit homeruns in baseball, many of them, and I shot 80 on a golf course. I scored over 20 points in a basketball game and I ran 22 minute 5 k races. But my hands and my eyes and my knees and my, well everything else, has failed me, or maybe I failed them. Most of that ability is gone now.
Sure I can still talk the game. I said a year ago I could score on Kate Blankenship on a PK and I still think I can. I would say 3 scores at least in 10 penalty kick tries. I would do it right now today if it was for a good cause.
I feel like I could hit a ball out of a ball park also . Give me a week to hit and I feel like It wouldn't take me more than 20 swings to do it. It prob wouldn't take that many.
I know I could hit a 30 yard field goal if I was given five kicks. That's a no-brainer.
Anyways my hands are starting to hurt now so I need to take a break. Don't hesitate to issue a public challenge because I would probably take it.
That's what old people do
Have a great week everyone