as i age on the hardwood, the funniest (tho definitely not funny) realization is that the quickness slowly dissolves. not necessarily the jumping or banging or most other stuff, but the quickness to respond to an opponents offense. somehow, and in spite of seeing it coming, knowing it's coming, mentally preparing for it to come, the body sez 'too bad for u, and good luck. mebbe he'll travel.' i think it stems from not wanting to break any more body parts. they seem to take much longer to heal. oh, well.
ya gotta laugh. time marches on.
im headin back to high school. i know that i can dominate there. well, some schools, at least. yup, id be a star on the podunk high girls team,
mebbe even get a sniff from geno. mebbe not.