It was an unexcused absence. I decided to take a break for the Labor Day holiday and just never got back to speed. Retirement can be like that. But I’m back.
Perhaps you’ve noticed that I haven’t been crowing about my basketball prowess lately. Blew out my knee. Hurt like hell every time my knee clicked into place. Insert knowing glances here. No self-respecting 69-year-old man should be out on the playground.
I checked to make certain I had the right equipment. Yes, the instructions said the basketball was recommended for males 12 and up. Apparently, there is no cut-off.
I miss it. As the Spalding box proclaims: “No flash. Just honest passion for pure play.” Emphasis on play.
But, as the knee pain was fading, my gout returned. Where did I put my cane?
Plus school has started (the basketball court is on school grounds) and they don’t want old guys lurking about the playground during school hours. Weekends will have to do. But this weekend, we had a cold morning rain. Then the 8th grade bullies came out in the afternoon.
Next weekend, for sure. Horse, anybody?