01 Mar 06 114122318779847905

If it pleases the blog court I submit offensive exhibit 40, further evidence that I am aging (as if I needed further evidence).

Reese and I joined Beth and Madison for a pre-season workout at a local elementary school gymnasioum last night. It’s just an open gym and parents show up with their kids to throw a ball around to shake off the winter rust protected by the still remaining winter conditions - thanks to that miserable Marmota monax!

Madison and Beth worked on pitching drills, Reese and I had a Field of Dreams moment . . . sniff, sniff . . .

John Kinsella: Well, good night Ray.
Ray Kinsella: Good night, John.
[They shake hands and John begins to walk away]
Ray Kinsella: Hey… Dad?
[John turns]
Ray Kinsella: [choked up] “You wanna have a catch?”
John Kinsella: I’d like that.

About five minutes into “the catch,” after bending down for a few low throws, I felt this pain in my hammy (click here for a picture).

What can I say? I should have worked on the lower body in addition to the recent upper body work and hair transplants.

Say it isn‚Äôt so Joe - is this what aging is all about? A simple catch with your boy makes you limp the next day? If this is happening to me now I can’t imagine what’s going to happen when I reach Brady’s age, or worse Greg’s era.