How do I keep my kids’ greedy-ass palms off of my food?
Effective in 2019, “The Juggernaut” is retiring from all pick up basketball games. In the past year, I discovered the following about myself:
My first step is gone,
My hops are gone,
My muscular stature is now working against me,
My Achilles are tight,
My hamstrings hate me,
Ibuprofen is my friend,
My mind is telling me yes, but my body (my body) is telling me noooooooo,
I am always the oldest guy on the court,
I am still wearing And1’s and partying like it’s 1999,
I regret my decision to play every morning for the next four days afterward,
People now say, “Oh you are still playing, good for you!“
My wife shakes her head in disgust as I can no longer hide my soreness/injury from her.
Streetball has been good to me for the past 38 years. But, year 39 has been hell. So, goodbye old friend. I am letting go and putting myself out to pasture to heal.
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Remember Gentlemen, she never just wants her share, she wants yours too. This rings true for:
Take out (which is why her order never turns out right, so she switches and you end up with yuk).
Clothes (yours are so comfortable)!
What is all yours, you ask?
Whatever you can wipe your sweat on, she won’t dare touch it.
“Dad, where is mom?”
“She went away, she is thinking about getting tickets for a trip.”
“What? What trip?”
“Is that a country?”
“Yes, next to Uzbeckistan. Duh.”
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