First game of my HS season last night, AR varsity boys, at one of the richest schools in the city, with a private-college-like campus, vs. one of the very poorest, with a very large component of African refugees. Home is up 2-0 at the half, but visitors come back and finish it with a tie. I felt bad calling back what would have been their winning goal for offside, especially with a LONG wait-and-see for whether the onside attacker was going to overtake the offside one and get the ball first -- but it was a fun game to watch and I had a really good seat. But the best part was schmoozing with the young national-track center before the game. We got onto something where I said my youngest child was born in 1986, and he said "Wait a minute. How old are you?" "Well, I just turned 68." "Man you gotta be kidding me. You look really good!" "Well thanks. So do you." Made my day.