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Yoostas

I went to a friend's 40th birthday party this past weekend. Of course, everyone at the party was reminiscing and reflecting on middle age. Personally, I have found my years since 40 (all 5 of them) to be my best; for the most part, I have thoroughly enjoyed my forties. Even so, I heard myself and a lot of the people at the party show the symptoms of a bad case of the yoostas. You know what I'm talking about.

I yoosta:

• Throw a football over 60 yards.
• Bench press 315 pounds a few times.
• Recover from a strain or bad bruise in a couple of days.
• Never buy any type of liniment.
• Party all night.
• Play sandlot tackle football with no pads.
• Eat anything without considering the consequences. Indeed without having any consequences.
• Get out of bed without any aches or pains.
• Not have to trim ear and nose hairs.
• Attempt physical stunts with no thought of injury.
• Read fine print in dim light.
• Not really know what hemorrhoids were.
• Never reflect on what I yoosta do.