- Feb 26, 2008
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Yesterday, I went to the health club to stretch, work out on the treadmill and the like. Well, I pass by the gym in the club and there are some brothers playin ball. These guys are late 20's tops. now, do I take my 50 year old arse and go to my workout? Noooooooo, not your boy! I go and for some bizzare reason get the next game with these young men. Now mind you I have not played in like 4 years. No cartilage in my knee, and a stress fracture in my foot. its cool to day to day get around, but to play hard games of ball? Anyway, so the "boy genius" plays 1 1/2 games and I felt pain I had to take a cab home. The freakin cabbie had to walk me into the crib. I could not even lay down. I spent the night iced down from head to toe, sitting in my office trying to trade a few currencies and in agony. I think I musta went through a second childhood! today is worse!!! So to any of you that want to call me dumb anytime soon, I have to cop to it. Please feel free to laugh at my dumb behind. I am well worthy of it.
P.S. Anybody have a Rocking Chair and a Plaid Blanket? SMH
Sincerely Yours, The Rocket Scientist
P.S. Anybody have a Rocking Chair and a Plaid Blanket? SMH
Sincerely Yours, The Rocket Scientist