Coming of age... again.

As my 29th birthday approaches, I have noticed alot of things changing with me. While I admit some of these things are physical, probably due to the extra 4 stones I carry around with me and athletic abuse. Most of the changes however, are on the inside.

This time of year is normally my favorite. March Madness (kel, you can get in our bracket if you want), blooming flowers, and the especially beginning of softball season. But this year, the prospect of playing softball has not been so exciting.

With my full hen house, I felt torn about playing last year. This year, the urge to play can be compared with a run to the vending machine, you feel the urge, but know once you get there it won't be worth the effort. And the wife will give you hell for going.

I have alot of other interests at this point. I would love to have a garden, my yard needs me almost full time, and I have taken up... well am taking up stop motion animation. So, the question is, will I play softball or not?

I am the enternal jock. I love to play the sports, even the ones I am not good at. Have I really come to the point in my life where I can be that guy next door. You know the one... The one that looks like he could play but never does and you suspect that his wife has locked him out of the house because he is never inside. Reggie! Or are the competitve fires still burning too brightly to hang up the cleats?

Maybe I need a diffrent outlet....

I thought about competitve gardening, but there doesn't seem to be much interest.