A 58-Year Old Reality Check
The thing about visiting your doctor when you are a middle-aged man who carries a keg around the middle is, the doctor no longer laughs at your jokes. For years I could laugh it off with a “but chick still dig me,” or a lame “I’m working on it” line, but when you hit the mid-stretch it’s reality-check time. That’s what happened to me last spring when I got a new doctor after years of a rotating batch of indifferent…