We didn’t intend to be renegades but it worked out that way!
We booked two weeks at a very high end RV resort in Mesa Az in February …oh my! Pickle ball…tennis….swimming aerobics…..weight training….golf outings….shuffleboard…..bocce …….table tennis… jewelry making….woodworking…. cycling trips…..softball….radio controlled car club…….flea market……live music (this is open to interpretation as some bands were…..how shall I say ….OLD)
Best of all they had a bar!!! With the bar and semi live music comes…….sad to say…..line dancing……….and I know Ive whined about this before……..so just get over it already………remember acceptance is the first step
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now …..Im sure Al Sharpton or someone like
Will be along directly to admonish me for be less than PC…..for being a….a…a… BOOMER!!!!!!
Line dancing should have had the common decency to fade to black just like .
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But for some reason line dancing won’t die! Like some zombie!
Anyway I suppose if watching 70 somethings line dancing is all I got to snivel about I’m doing pretty good……….and after all the folks doing the dancing seemed to be having a ball.
Speaking of a ball…..I went down to the softball fields in an effort to relive the youth of my 50’s…..to observe the caliber of play………..well that was an ego crusher…….these 60-70 year old guys were better and faster than me in my 30’s!!!!! What a bunch of crap that was!
Karen cooed “its ok honey, you have two fake hips, no one expects anyone to play softball with those kinds of limitations” Just then some dude in shorts and a prosthetic leg , lines one into the left field gap for a stand-up double…..dude musta been 80!!!!!!!!What a bunch of crap!
Karen: “lets go watch pickle ball !” What a great wife……I tried to act cool at the suggestion of scoping out a sport more suited to my rapidly deteriorating body without letting on that I saw thru her attempt to save my self image …….getting older…..What a bunch of crap! As we ambled toward the pickle ball courts, I thought of myself playing ball “back in the day”.
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Then I realized , I was no longer that guy….I was more like this “guy”
Karen could tell I was in need of a competition fix! So we signed up for the “ pickle ball for beginners “ class…….they should have named it the “How to embarrass yourself while pulling muscles you didn’t even know you had” class…..what a bunch of crap! Karen allowed the ball to “come to her” as the saying goes…..Kelly……..on the other hand ….ran around like
Karen did quite well….especially considering that sports are not her thing………I….on the other hand….in a desperate attempt to recapture the athletic prowess of my youth……or even my ….middle age……looked like an idiot………..I did however manage to score two points against my singles opponent ……….it was apparent to me that this guy was not a beginner…..frickin sandbagger!!!!!!!!!
Looks like Duncan was right…. these places are just like high school! Full of fakers, wanna be’s, jocks, nerds, freaks….and just normal cool people…..like Karen and I.
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Renegades too!
While departing the Hoity Toyty camp ground I apparently exceeded the 5MPH sign……….really.??????……5MPH…………Hell Im dying at a rate faster than that……….not sure a fossil fuel burning vehicle can even go just 5MPH !!!!
Anyway after getting my ass ripped and told that they didn’t need “my kind” around here anyway! I shuffled back to the truck…….happy that we escaped these High School Bullies……..could have been much worse…………
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Round the bend 