VW at 33

I have to stop listening to sports talk radio.

98.5 referenced Vince Wilfork's advanced age the other day.

He is 33.

As you know I am grappling with this whole age thing.

I am 61. I don't want to be 61. I don't want my next significant birthday to be 65, and the next one after that, 70.

Are you serious? This is absolutely ridiculous.

Fortunately I am a young 61. People always tell Carol and me that we appear to be fifty. Even forty five or so.

Which is kind of ironic when you think about it. Fifty is not exactly 21.

Still, I am struggling with the faster miles an hour aging process and fighting to make something happen before SOMETHING happens.

Vince Wilfork is 33 and will earn 8.9 million dollars in 2015 (unless he restructures his contract, which is a topic for another time and place).

I am 61 and will make thousands of dollars in 2015.

Yes, I understand the math, I understand the apples to oranges thing. We are two men in two completely different places in our lives, participating in two dramatically different careers.

Actually, you can't call mine a career. It is more like a train wreck.

Still, the mind cannot help making comparisons as age looms large in the rearview mirror, the sideview mirror, the mirror ahead and every other goddamn place you look.

You evaluate your life as it is, as it has been, and you evaluate your chances of rescuing some kind of meaning and success out of what is left.

And someone calls Vince Wilfork old.

I cannot listen to sports talk radio anymore.

I am switching over to Prime Time Radio.

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