I propose a thread honoring old age in which each person lists their current physical ailments and general excuses that prevent them from beating people like Paul Smith and Rich Saeger.
I will lead with a growing list of my own.
1. Shoulder pain
2. Heart palpatations
3. High cholesterol
4. Left hip stress fracture
5. Lower back pain (from shoveling snow!)
6. Wife and 3 kids.
Perhaps we can give an award to the winner and the biggest whiner at the end of this thread.
John Smith
Parents
Former Member
Hi Beth!
I just hope to make you smile - or at least laugh at my poor poetry! I'm thinking of you and your family. :)
Ode to Beth McGee
I’m scared and I’m hesitant. I just have to pee.
It’s my first day of practice when I meet Ms. McGee
Her welcoming smile, kind gestures, and glee
Unlock Masters’ secrets with her skeleton key
I whine and I moan; claim the insanity plea
But she urges the team along to our highest degree
Her instinct; her kindness; her skill; “jois de vis”
Have gained her one more life devotee
No matter time passed or separation by sea
She’s always a friend. That’s her guarantee
Fast forward years later to a meet with entry fee
I encounter a small package of T.N.T
Eying the roster I see “:53”
Why, who is this woman that’s faster than me?
Of course, it’s none other than THE
Beth McGee
I glance at her strength, her stature, esprit
To top it all off she’s now age forty-three!
We’re up on the block to swim 100 free
And just after the dive I’m back by her knee!
I’m left in her wake; a defeated Robert E. Lee
But her smile and hug are fully congratulatory
I hope I’ve convinced you. I think we agree
There’s no one, but no one who’s like Beth McGee
It’s an honor to be an (extended) part of her family tree!
Hi Beth!
I just hope to make you smile - or at least laugh at my poor poetry! I'm thinking of you and your family. :)
Ode to Beth McGee
I’m scared and I’m hesitant. I just have to pee.
It’s my first day of practice when I meet Ms. McGee
Her welcoming smile, kind gestures, and glee
Unlock Masters’ secrets with her skeleton key
I whine and I moan; claim the insanity plea
But she urges the team along to our highest degree
Her instinct; her kindness; her skill; “jois de vis”
Have gained her one more life devotee
No matter time passed or separation by sea
She’s always a friend. That’s her guarantee
Fast forward years later to a meet with entry fee
I encounter a small package of T.N.T
Eying the roster I see “:53”
Why, who is this woman that’s faster than me?
Of course, it’s none other than THE
Beth McGee
I glance at her strength, her stature, esprit
To top it all off she’s now age forty-three!
We’re up on the block to swim 100 free
And just after the dive I’m back by her knee!
I’m left in her wake; a defeated Robert E. Lee
But her smile and hug are fully congratulatory
I hope I’ve convinced you. I think we agree
There’s no one, but no one who’s like Beth McGee
It’s an honor to be an (extended) part of her family tree!
