As you tiptoe into your senior years and only raise one every other week on Mon and Thurs, is your inbred and addictive desire for LDes drastically diminished, or do you go back with your limp noodle and your distinct lack of horniness anyway? Isn't it a little like showing up at the sandlot with bats and gloves but no ball? Nothing to play with. Something-habit and the addictive nature of the sport make you want to go back anyway, but you quickly realize how preposterous the whole exercise is when it simply isn't one of your days and no herculean efforts on either side are going to bring the little puppy to life.
But the whole, unabashed point of a LD for me has always been to get it up and off. I'm assuming such a physical inadequacy is much less of a factor for those less crass gents into other, more refined aspects of our fav sport. So, Wood, indispensable or not?
Have you never heard of better living through chemistry?