The Sportsman's Corner

I like to play 60-and-over basketball at the Garver Y most Tuesdays. At nearly 70, I am no longer one of the "junior" players and find it increasingly difficult to keep up with the younger players.

A couple weeks ago, we played five competitive games in two hours. (This is the equivalent of five quarters of basketball.) At the end of the fifth game, I was beat. I was glad I was not the one driving home.

After showering and washing my basketball clothes, I planned to hit the glider on the front porch and continue reading a novel I had started. However, it was a lovely October afternoon, the kin...