Mr. 48

Funny how when you reach a certain age you end up on laying on the couch much of the day with a bad back! Damn thing first stiffened up on me during Ultimate on Saturday morning. I kept playing, but if there was a stop in the action I couldn't even bend down to pick up the disc if it happened to be on the ground in front of me. [Probably wasn't such a hot idea to keep going, but Denial is a big river.]

Thank gawd there was some baseball on yesterday. Started out the day by gimping down to the corner store like a 90-year-old man. My back simply would not loosen up. Thankfully, the checker didn't look twice at my early morning purchase of a 6-pack of beer, a bag of Habanero potato chips and a large bottle of Ibuprofen. [What, you never bought yourself a birthday present?] We did manage to get down to McClintock's in Pismo Beach for dinner, which was great as usual and made for a nice afternoon. There's nothing like a big juicy steak wrapped in giant slabs of bacon, washed down with an ice cold Budweiser or three!

Thanks again everybody who called or wrote or otherwise wished me a HBD!