(How old is this photo? Yikes! 17 years! I think I look pretty much the same. And, hey, you still look good..... from the neck down.)(19 years ago, I was in great shape when we climbed this mountain. Today, you're still in good enough shape to climb this mountain. Me? I'd probably need an elevator.)
You don't stop playing because you get old. You get old, because you stop playing. Words my dad lives by. Sometimes a bit too literally.