In the driveway I saw you this morning,

I pass under where you’re standing,

Lording over as if you’re taunting,

You look down at me silently mocking,

Daring me that I got no more hops,

That I have also lost the touch,

I may have slowed and I have aged,

But I’m still up for a challenge.

the takeoff

the propulsion

hang time (as in time for the old man to hang it up?)

the release

Goooaaal!!!

PS: Were you expecting a dunk? Maybe in 10 years when I am 60.