Are we getting older or is it just everybody else?
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Recently, Scott and I shared a very surreal experience. We went on a date together (sort of) since there were three of us, I’m not sure if that counts. Anyway, it was two girls, one guy. Just the way it should be. We went to see Billy Joel (who’s playing on the Champion’s Tour of Rock and Roll) at the Boise State Pavilion. Fabulous, and he was outstanding. The energy in the building was electric. We were on our feet, screaming for more. WE WERE YOUNG AND STRONG! On the floor in front of the stage, in the movement of the colored lights and swaying arms we were like one massive body of hot flesh, drunk with song. In the perfect-ness of the moment and dimness of the room, we didn’t realize we were just back far enough from the stage not to have a close up view of Billy’s baldness, UNTIL he took off his Boise State Bronco cap tossed it to the crowd and left the stage. Then 10,000 cell phones immediately rose into the air and glowed; passionate screams for an encore performance forced Billy to return to the stage. He satisfied us and finished with ‘Piano Man’. It was then we started to realize just how much times had changed. Cell phones instead of lighters, and not even the hint of weed being smoked in the building, anywhere. Where were all the rebels? We all know Billy has a reputation for being a bad boy. As the lights came up, we had a clear view of the people who surrounded us, the sexy silhouette figure that was dancing to my right in the tiny tank top was in her sixties. There were more outdated haircuts, (myself included) gray hair and balding heads than I could count. We all smiled satisfied, and politely began the gesturing process to one another for an orderly exit. Outside, as we walked arm in arm to the car giggling like 20 year olds. We thought, if we all felt like times had changed, how must Billy feel when he looks into a sea of adoring fans that are 50 something. Thirsty and hoarse from screaming, we all wanted a drink, instead of heading downtown to a trendy bar, we opted for the closest mini mart that could offer up a bottle of water and a Big Gulp. So how does this tie into golf? Well I’m not sure, but I know that every spring when I tee up over the water for the first time on #10 at the Scotch Pines I always surprise myself and hit a great shot. My greatness never lasts for very long, before you know it, my hook-slice-whiff-whatever returns. BUT, for however long it lasts, I feel like Natalie Gulbis. Sort of. And that’s the point about Scott. He never gives up. And he believes in himself to the point that his enthusiasm for golf and life is infectious. I can’t wait to see what the New Year brings. I guess the real lesson is we are only as old as we allow ourselves to be. I hope all of you have a great Holiday Season, eat lots of sweets and enjoy your families.
Love the Catty.
