For a guy who hates change about as much as I do the Yankees, it's about to get gnarly.
Ciera hitting puberty, Rakes and Trot pushing the amplifier of life to 11, and I'm about to officially enter middle age in a few months when I turn 41.
That's not all, but that is probably a post for another day.
Let's just say that pitchers and catchers reporting today was my oasis in the desert.
Or something.
6 comments:
Uh there is no such thing as middle age. That's some phrase average older men made up so they could have a reason why they were buying fast cars and dating faster women.
Im more than 10 yrs older than you and I haven't reached this so called "Middle Age" so Im certain you have many years to go
Im just sayin
B A S E B A L L
Tex, don't worry. No Vette's or Mustangs in my near future. Just venting a little.
And when middle age finally comes, it lasts forever.
And Scouser with the final nail.
ya, phuck that middle age crap. i'm 49, three kids grown and gone and boobs are still my favorite topic.
BB, I love you man. You are truly one of a kind.
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