Aging

Every once in a while something happens to remind me that I'm not as young as I used to be. It might be a conversation with some young whippersnapper who has never heard of The A-Team.

Or it might be meeting someone who thinks Green Day was the first punk band.

Today, however, it's the fact that after playing basketball yesterday (for the first time in a long time) I can barely lift my right arm above my head. My trapezius feels like it has a flaming golf ball embedded in it. My feet hurt, too.

That's right about where it hurts - only on the opposite side. This sucks.