Everybody was done singing, and I blew out the candles on the cake. Way too many candles. I couldn’t even see how it was decorated, all those damn candles. Probably the same as last year or the year before. Remember: people call it the twilight years and the golden years, but if this were sports, they call it sudden death or garbage time. I like to think of myself as a position player on the mound of his life, trying to get three out without giving up too many home runs. Tip your cap, wave, and head to the dugout.