The Big Five O!

Yesterday I turned 50. As I posted earlier in this blog it's the main reason for going to fantasy camp. I even chose the number 50 for my uniform to embrace the fact I'm a half century old. Ten years ago if someone said to me by the time you turn fifty you will be somewhat concerning yourself with such things as "maintaining a level swing", or "Hey rookie stay behind that screen" or breaking in a new glove and shoes, I would of said, "What the hell are you talking about?" There are times here these last few months when I've said to myself, "Am I really going to this camp?"
I'm sure that Sunday morning February 2nd as I enter the Reds complex go into the clubhouse and see my uniform hanging in that locker, I will have goosebumps to say the least. I will be like every kid (my wife says I still am) on Christmas morning! Anyway I said the 50th birthday is the reason to go to this camp, actually it's my lovely wife Karen. She has been  on board for this since last spring. Although now her biggest concern is  for me now wanting to attend camp every year. We shall see. Yesterday afternoon a had a celebratory lunch with some of my work cronies. My wife couldn't attend. So I had to make due with these fine ladies.