I was still able to play reasonably well at age 50. At about age 55, I played some 4 on 4 one day on a team with my two grown sons. I could still do a lot of things, especially making passes to my sons cutting to the hoop. However, I distinctly remember having the ball on the right wing with my back to the hoop and my man overplaying me and leaving the baseline to be taken with a spin move. My brain said, "You once knew what to do in this situation and would have been gone to the hoop in a flash." My body did not listen to my brain, and I passed the ball out to an open man. I was in reasonable shape and not hurting when we quit playing that day. When I was younger, I could have gotten up the next morning and played again. Instead, at that age it took my body (especially my knees) a month to recover. That's when I decided that I shouldn't do it anymore. The instinct is still there, and I really miss playing, but I like being able to walk around normally also. I almost had a relapse last year, however. Rosie Bouie often plays at the SUNY Brockport gym at lunchtime, and my grad students have played with and against him. I went over there with them one day, talked with Rosie, and watched. My heart said, "You can't give up the chance to play head to head against Rosie and box him out," but my brain talked me out of it. In a moment of weakness, I might still try it some day.