Meditations on "30"

Many wishes, anecdotes, insights, stories, and maxim's were shared with me yesterday on the occasion of turning 30. Here are the two funniest.

First, one friend, who's known me since I was a wee lad, reminded me of a great point made by George Carlin.

"I'm gonna be 16!" You could be 13, but hey, you're gonna be 16! And then the greatest day of your life ... . You become 21. Even the words sound like a ceremony . YOU BECOME 21. YESSSS!!! But then you turn 30.Oooohh, what happened there? Makes you sound like bad milk! He TURNED; we had to throw him out. There's no fun now, you're just a sour-dumpling. What's wrong? What's changed?

A second funny story. I left Josh Ross a voice message late yesterday afternoon after I'd just finished playing one-on-one with my twin brother, Jason. Which, if you are really perceptive, means Jason was also celebrating a birthday yesterday. In fact, we've been celebrating our birthdays on the same day for thirty years running. Back to the story (one which RC Warriors will no doubt dispute). In between pick up games, I dunked a basketball. Chalk it up to energy, frustration (my brother, the college tennis player turned triathlete, had just beat me). It felt really good. Though, as I write this blog early Saturday morning (when all good writing gets done), I'm hurting. Bad.

My voicemail to Josh Ross was to the point, "I know about your super-human metabolism and your 40 yard sprint time (Josh was a stud high school quarterback) . . . forget all that . . . I dunked at 30 years old."

Later last night, Josh Ross sends me this text (in response to the dunk): "What? You got Viagra for your 30th birthday old man?"

Touche Josh. Touche. Guess I had it coming.