I turn 45 years old next month… and I’m starting to wonder if my maturity level isn’t quite matching my age. Friday night, it was Guys’ Night Out. So naturally, we drove about an hour away to Woodville to see the wrestling event there at their high school.

The energy in that gymnasium was my version of warm and inviting. So… I couldn’t help but join in the action by taunting the wrestlers who deserved it.

Yes, I am in my mid 40s. I have a wife and two kids.

When word got out the next morning, my wife was not surprised at all to learn that I instinctly confronted all the bad guys from the stands… as well as one in particular, as he was crawling away from the ring. I gave him a stern warning:

“STAY DOWN! You’re not going anywhere. You’re going to sleep on the gym floor tonight.”

At that point, he lifted himself up from the gym floor in an attempt to slap me across the chest, as I immediately put up my dukes in response. Then, still exhausted from losing the main event of the night, he fell back on the floor and I walked away like Vin Diesel walking away from an explosion.

Yep. Turning 45 years old next month.