A few years back I went and saw the Moody Blues, and the drummer had turned 70 and he used the line: “I get to go through the 60s twice.”
You know you’re old when you actually go see the Moody Blues.
On Monday, I started going into my seventh decade, as I turned 60.
So I started my 60s like my first 60s — enjoying sports stuff. I went to the Knights football awards banquet and I stopped short of telling the young players of glory days in 1969 at Denver’s Mile High Stadium booing world champion quarterback Jets’ QB Joe Willie Namath and cheering Rich “The Tombstone” Jackson and the great Floyd Little.
Or watching on television medallist sprinters Tommie Smith and John Carlos on the Olympic podium raising their fists in 1968 and wondering what was going on. It inspired me to find out, developing an interest in the civil rights movement and reading great books like David Halberstam’s The Children. All thanks to following sports in the 60s.
But the Knights don’t need to hear the ramblings of a 60s scribe.
They’ve got their Bradys, Gaudreaus and HTA grads like Charlie Power to follow.
My sports days are over, but if I have some advice for the Knights it comes from Mr. Dylan (Bob, not Dylan Sinclair):
“Most of all won’t you stay forever young.”