Snow Job?

And it's kind of reassuring to realize that I wasn't the only one to notice that amost immediately in the aftermath of the announcement of the Alan Iverson trade to the Denver Nuggets, the Mile High City was buried under two feet of snow. What does this mean? I haven't the slightest idea; go ask a shaman, or maybe a meteorologist. Meanwhile last night in the Garden, the Answerless Sixers defeated a Truthless Celtics squad in what must have been one of the most uninspiring displays of basketball this holiday season.

Back at my health club (where the Celtics also practice), I ran into a guy who used to play regularly in our Monday/Wednesday over-35 pick-up game, but hasn't been seen for awhile. Turns out he has issues with the same guys I do, and has decided that "at our age" who needs the aggrevation? It's a shame though, because this is a strong player with sound fundamentals, good court sense, a nice soft touch from about 15 feet in, and who can score around the basket with either hand. Plus he lets his game doing his talking for him, rather than constantly running his mouth. A great teammate and a tough opponent, and an inspiration to those of us who need an occasional reminder that just because we've gotten older doesn't mean we have to let ourselves get fat and lazy too.

In any event, I've got children older than Alan Iverson, which makes it a little uncomfortable to listen to sportscasters speculate about whether or not he's "past his prime." And I also have the inspiration of guys my own age who still got game, and who work out regularly to keep it sharp.