The other night while I was watching the Warriors game at this sports bar, this guy sidled over to my table.
“We should get back out there on the court, bro,” he said with a smile. It was a guy I used to hoop with at Ohlone Park back in the day.
“I’m a little too old for that now,” I said.
“How old were you when you stopped hooping?” he said.
“Man, I musta’ been around 35, 36,” I said.
“I remember the last time you were out there,” he said. “I was there that day.”
“And you were a teenager back then,” I said.
“Yeah,” he said. He was in his 40s now.
“It goes by so fast,” I said.
“Yeah,” he said.
We gave each other wistful looks. And then went back to watching the Warriors game.