Having a senior moment l Chuck’s World
Last updated 9/26/2018 at Noon
A football landed at my feet a few weeks ago. I was at a picnic, minding my own business, occasionally watching a couple of young guys toss the ball around, when it missed the mark and headed in my direction. I picked it up.
I hadn’t held a football in a long time, and my fingers automatically found the laces, sliding over them thoughtfully. It was a mix of muscle memory and dim nostalgia from childhood, like picking up a toy soldier.
As I said, I was thoughtful. I held it in my hand, patted it gently for balance, bent my elbow and began to review. Just cock the arm, bringing it forward...