My Uncle is in town on business and last night he scored some Giants baseball tickets. It was very cool - typical ending with Barry Bonds winning the game in the bottom of the 9th. But there was one really depressing moment. I looked over to the video screen and saw that the next guy at bat was born in 1978. "Wow, that guy'a a youngin," I said. He must be young, I thought, because I was born in 80 and surely I am young. But then I realized I'll be 22 on Monday. I am not young. I am not 18. What the fuck happened?
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