And I’m not talking about the ones that play sports either. I actually didn’t have time for much sports. With all the girls then later women to take care of, sports had to take a back seat.
On the weekend, while cleaning the house, I was listening to some old songs from back in the day. Reggae and hip hop mix. To my surprise, every song jogged a memory of time spent with a particular girlfriend. “Oh that song was me and Michele’s right there!” “This jam I listened to in the car with Debbie.” And so it went on…And that’s when I realized that I used to be a player.
Don’t hate the player, just hate the game.