Getting old

Made a quick, one-day excursion back to Bloomington yesterday to (illegally) help out some old grad school buddies play some basketball. It was tourney time, but one of their team of six is hurt and so couldn't play. Plus, they really have only one guard, so I was glad to fill in a much needed backcourt position. Of course, I'm so out of shape that after about three minutes I was tired. Still, it was a lot of fun, though we lost. I am feeling the effects of it, though...my whole body is pretty sore. Of course, there are more causes to that, most likely. After the game, we played some poker, which was a blast. But, since I was very successful (of course--I can say "of course" because none of the poker people read this, I don't think), that meant I was playing until after 11pm (hey, 4 hours is worth the $15 I netted, right?). So, I crashed on a couch in Btown, which means a very comfortable night of sleep, before driving the over-an-hour back to Terre Haute. Personally, when I'm stiff and sore, I always find that sitting in a car for extended periods of time helps a lot....must be getting old.