It was a muggy evening and our 9-year-old son Sam was wrapping up his baseball practice.  The coach told the team to run to the edge of the field and back.

I saw my opportunity to regain an ounce of glory.  I hightailed it out to the field in a full sprint.  One by one, I passed the kids.  To their amazement, an old man was really kicking it.  With one child to go, I could see victory.  They knew I had the eye of the tiger.  The old man made it back to the infield one stride ahead.

Exhausted, the kids had witnessed a special moment for it was most likely this old man’s final footrace championship.

Rest up boys, you will have another practice soon, but this old man is retiring with one final win.