Look at how old Amare Stoudemire looks. DAMN. Those goggles add like 5 years at least by themselves. Now watch him play. Try not to cry. I’ll go get the tissues.
Done yet? Good. Because I’ve got some more sadness ready to heap onto your already battered psyche: you will never, EVER, get to see Amar’e play at his old level again. EVER. The days of the dominant STAT are lost forever. The cruel procession of time has whisked them away from us, never to be lived through again. Father time stares at his giant hourglass containing all the joys and sorrows of humankind’s history and sheds no tears. Soon, like Amare’s knees, we too will be naught but sand before his pitiless eyes.
The good news is that every day that passes is another day closer to me being able to gallivant around town on a hoverboard. Perhaps we’ll even have hoverboard basketball. Oh yeah. I’m ready.