At court the other day, after it had been closed for 2 days due to snow, the subject of conversation over coffee with my peers centered on how fucking stupid I was to get up at 4:00 a.m. on a Monday to drive 4-5 hours at 25 mph just to go skiing.
After the usual who do you want to be; Sonny Bono, part of the conversation, which comes up 99% of the time with non-skiers, someone mentioned that heart busting exercise in the cold for an old guy would probably cause me to die of a heart attack while skiing. My response: "I pray to God every night before I go to sleep asking him to make sure that happens". No better way to die, than doing what you love.
How do you think?
P.S. Its going to snow today and overnight - my alarm is set for 3:00 a.m. Saturday.


^ Agree 100% ! If God told me I’d die suddenly somehow when I’m in the ocean or on the beach at the Jersey shore, a place I love and enjoy, I’d say thank you.