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Two other old guys and I got together some years back for a summer game of round-robin basketball. I would face off against Al; whoever hit a basket would face Jay, and so on. Al and I never expected to do a good deed that day.
Jay played professional basketball in the 1960s. He was only 6 feet tall, but he could dunk. Now, at 70, he could no longer dunk, run, bend over or jump more than a few inches. He had recently undergone a double hip replacement.
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