So here I am at work, Sunday afternoon @ 5:30 pm. The machines are banging away and I have spent 3 hours just catching up on crap that I couldn’t finish last week. This is the time of the year where we, (the employees of Clark Graphics), will spend the next 2.5 to 3 weeks working 14 – 16 hour days making books for the little kids attending UWM for the Fall semester. I say “little kids” because that is what they look like to me now. When I started here 15 years ago, I was their age, or younger. Now it is official, I could be the father of anyone of these freshman. YIKES!

Also, it is time for fantasy football. I have gone from 3 leagues, to 2, and finally this year I am down to 1 league. Is it because I want to concentrate on just one so that my skills will carry me to the championship? NOPE! It’s because I have become tired of the Sunday morning freakouts on checking players, matchups, bye-weeks, etc…, along with my confidence pool, (which in 5 years I have never taken $$$ out of pocket to play). I like being lazy on Sunday morning if I feel the need.

You might be asking yourself, “What the hell is the point of this post?”.

Age.

I am really starting to notice how old I have gotten. (Boo hoo, whaaaaa) No, I don’t feel sorry for myself and am not looking for sympathy. I think that the generation that I have grown up in has been fooled into thinking we are younger than we really are. The last 20 years have been more tech. advanced then the 20 before it. At 32 years old, I know as much if not more than my 22 year old counterparts about computers, internet, iPods, Playstations, X-Box, etc…, and the 12 year olds know as much as the 22 year olds. I try to remember what my parents were doing when they were my age. My dad played as much Atari 2600 and 5600 as my brother and I did. My mom played softball until she was 36 or so. I wonder what the moment was for them. Was it an annual event that they just didn’t feel up for? Or was it after my brother was born? They were only 22 & 23 when that happened. (19 & 20 when I was born) Is this the moment where I start to change my ways? Maybe not going out as much. And when I do, maybe don’t drink as much. Ummm.

Or is it just that time of year again and in a month I’ll be ready for anything.

Time will tell. Time will tell.