Retiring, hanging ‘em up, call it whatever you want, but it happens (or will happen Tom Brady) to all of us.
I joke about it, but to be playing at his level at his age defies logic. Of course, he does have access to the best.
Of everything.
Food, medical assistance, you name it.
I’ll miss him when he retires; the same way I felt when Joe Montana, Brett Favre, and Peyton Manning retired.
Gone, but definitely not forgotten.
I quit way more easier than I used to as a stubborn little kid.
I didn’t shed any tears when I stopped working.
Golfed a lot.
Slept in.
Travelled a lot.
Although I was fortunate to be able to meet my debt service at a young age, I still liked accumulating money. I was always coming up with brilliant ideas that someone already had before me (don’t get me started about how Hanna-Barbera stole the “yabba-dabba-doo” expression from me).
I remember trying to come up with a children’s Ponzi scheme with my buddy Mike that involved fixed raffles with progressive pots. Not really sure myself how I pulled it off, but we were flush with cash, which is large when you are six years old.
The last job I had was the easiest of any I ever had in my illustrious employment history. I was an Academic Counselor for a national online university and my days were filled with conversations with educators and administrators about classes and requirements for licensures and certifications.
I have great respect for the people charged with educating and raising the next generations of learners, leaders, and teachers.
Pay them.
Have you noticed how absent from the news Brittney Griner has been since being released from a Russian prison?
I’m sure she will forever be more than a little fucked up from that experience and some of the backlash she received here, in her own country upon her return. It doesn’t matter how you feel about the inequities of international diplomacy and prisoner-swapping, after the swap was made she should be welcomed back warmly as a return to the fold of one of our own.
She is an American.
I wish her well in the upcoming WNBA season. I told Karen I would love to see her bring a new, never-before-seen meanness to her game, a Russian prison camp type of meanness.
What bitch? Foul me? Boom! Here’s another…BOOM!
If you’ve never been to a WNBA game, you are missing out. The league promotes well, and the quality of play from the many amazing athletes will bring you back. There always seems to be one hot chick that makes their way to the end of the bench, but doesn’t get much playing time.
The guys in the audience know.
One “plus” for fans is you won’t get the big crowds (as a rule). Better seats. Better access to seats. Easier in and out of the stadium.
I don’t think I will ever get in the position when I am leaving this sphere of existence to “call it quits,” especially if Karen is still alive.
Stay well.
