Going into baseball practice, my body was feeling kind of old.  Creaky knee.  Sore leg.  Tired upper body.  You get the idea.

Thankfully, after a few minutes of playing catch with the kids and running around a little, I was beginning to feel limbered up.

Then came team huddle time.  As I jogged toward the group all I heard was, “Here, Dad.” Followed by a white flash that landed with a hard thud on my toe.

Nothing like a wayward throw to bring a guy back to Earth.  Nothing like a child’s game to bring your age back into perspective.