Out With the Old

Everything has a useful life.




We just witnessed a microcosm with the recent NFL playoff games. The Old Guard  were represented by the sports’ standard bearer Tom Brady and the best quarterback not named Tom Brady, the Green Bay Packers’ Aaron Rodgers.

The Young Guns were represented by their standard bearer Patrick Mahomes and he is joined by Josh Allen, and Joe Burrow, aka Joe Cool.

The future is bright for all of these teams, and we fans are the beneficiaries of these magnificent athletes’ prowess.

Even the sports icons we grew up with, our heroes, are growing old.

It happens.

Every generation has theirs.

I include Michael Jordan, Muhammed Ali, Joe Montana, Wayne Gretzky, and Tiger Woods as some of the greatest sports figures of my generation. I purposely left off baseball players, because quite frankly, after the Houston Astros, I have lost all interest in the farce that they offer as baseball.

A bunch of fucking cheaters.

I don’t follow it anymore.

It isn’t even considered our national pastime anymore. It has been replaced by infighting and division, evidently the two things we do the most, if not the best. The days of baseball, as Abner Doubleday intended, were for families to picnic and watch a good-spirited, fairly-waged competition.

That has long been replaced by scandals involving cheating in baseball to the point that you have to know how to navigate through record books with all the qualifying asterisks.

Some athletes have a way of defying Father Time, but even the greatest of the great are starting to hand the reins over.

I personally think Tom Brady is done.

There is no doubt that he will retire as the GOAT.

Lionel Messi, Cristiano Ronaldo, Lebron James, and yes, Tom Brady, gentlemen, it’s about time.

I think we flinch every time a great athlete passes. I believe we flinch because it reminds us of our own mortality. And the crazy thing is, they don’t even have to die to pass. They just pass out of the limelight. That is why we see so many of the all-time greats do everything they can to stay in the limelight. They have had cheers and extra advantages their whole careers starting with being the coach’s favorite in Pop Warner or Little League.

Next up!

The same with actors.

There are the Old Guard that now have dalliances with the camera every so often, because they have gotten big enough to call their own shots.

These are the elite.

The haves.

Now that I think of it, I can’t remember the last time we went to a movie theater, another experience crushed by the virus. I do like all the options on the streaming services, though.

I am thinking of starting a project to do a Christmas Album.

That should be fun.

I wouldn’t even mind another Christmas right about now.

This is the very last song I wrote in 1995:

Crazy Man

Stay well.

Published by maddogg09

I am an unmotivated genius with an extreme love for anything that moves the emotional needles of our lives.

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