Oldies No Longer Goodies

I’m feeling old again. The Doctor sent me a flyer for the base’s over-30 basketball league. This was depressing in and of itself, not just because the over-30 types apparently need their own league to compete, presumably so the airmen don’t hurt them, but also that the cut off age for the league is 30. Suddenly, with the receipt of an email, I’ve become middle-aged. To add insult to injury, the flyer contains the following images: 1) A walker; 2) A rascal with the optional oxygen tank accessory; and 3) A man who appears to be about 160 years old playing basketball. There's really only one thing to say when one sees this. Get off my lawn you young whipper-snappers! Con-sarn it!