Okay, so I just typed in the standard headline with the new date, and then I made the mistake of actually looking at that new date. It’s already March. Damn. Are you bleeping kidding me? I blinked, and the first two months of another year are gone.
I was going to write something about how the potential seeding for the NCAA Tournament shifted with the Saturday results. But to tell the truth, I couldn’t care less about the seeding, as all that matters to me are the matchups. So to hell with that, I’m going to rant on this age thing.
This sucks. I stopped coloring the beard because I can’t even fool myself anymore. I can walk into any drug store in the country and find the antacid section without asking directions. It’s like I’m just drawn there unconsciously. Waitresses under the age of 50 now all refer to me as “honey” which means they consider me harmless. I get senior discounts without asking for them. I’m starting to have a legitimate urge to open the window and yell “get off my lawn, you rotten kids” even though there aren’t any kids around.
I had several other aspects of this disturbing process that I wanted to relate. But I forgot what they were. And don’t even think about making a joke about that.