…but she is out of shape
Last week I had my first intramural basketball game in, say, 17 years?
Good news: I still understand the mechanics of basketball. Like how to dribble a ball, how to play defense, how to pass a ball.
Bad news: I am out of shape, which translated to a less than spectacular first impression.
Taking it back to earlier that day, I checked the schedule for the time of the game. “9:30 PM?! Are they crazy? What kind of a young whippersnapper do they think I am?”