Sure wish I still could play. The summer I turned 65 ( 7 years ago) , I was playing against my 15 year old grandson and twisted my left ankle after faking him out and shooting a layup. The ankle was nothing unusual for me but when I went down, I drove my right knee into the ground. Ended up tearing the labrum in my right hip. That plus 36 years getting off and on railroad cars left my back in bad shape. We used to play in the back alley behind the house and those games were tough. Almost had to draw blood to get a foul. Dad was a tremendous basketball player with scholarship offers from Mizzou and Murray State. He chose to play professional baseball instead. The story line locally was always that he was a better basketball player than baseball player. It's great that you all still get to play. I work with the grandkids on their game now.