A friend of mine used to say that I could consider myself an old geezer once I turned 25. Now that I’m here, I’d like to say: Damn kids! Get off my lawn!
Further contributing to my geezerhood is that this is the last time my parents’ ages will be an integer multiple of mine. As a corollary, when they were my age they were already hauling some obnoxious screaming baby around. I’m starting to get the impression that they feel I’m behind schedule. Well, I’ll consider it as soon as the ban on human cloning research is lifted. Hard to improve on perfection, you know?
Anyway, as productive as all this navel gazing is, I’m going to go back to watching[*] Cal implement their innovative Big Game strategy consisting of just giving the ball to Stanford. Update: Happily, the Bears abandoned this strategy in the second half.
[*] On TV; while I wouldn’t be surprised if Stanford Stadium does have wireless internet, the tickets were too expensive.