I caught the half-time show on youtube.
I have good memories of these guys, although I have no affection or sympathy for them, personally. They lived the high life, they've seen the world and they're as rich as sultans. And they're pushing 70 years old.
Seventy. Years. Old.
At that age, most people are muttering in tongues, stressed-out over having to decide over cottage cheese or oat meal, can't clip their own toe nails, need help getting their Depends on and obsess over how many times they've been fucked by life.
Yah, sometimes it's hard watching people age, but they were there doing it, while we were here watching them do it.
"Then summer fades and passes and October comes.
We'll smell smoke then, and feel an unexpected sharpness,
a thrill of nervousness, swift elation, a
sense of sadness and departure."
- Thomas Wolfe