I finished reading an article on CNN.Com on smart phones. It seems that Sergey Brin, one of the co-founders of Google, considers them to be “emasculating,” in sharp contrast to Google Glass. GG is a glasses frame with one pseudo-lens for viewing stuff you would normally see on your smart phone. They look sorta dorky to me and I wouldn’t be able to wear them/it, as I already wear glasses, don’t take contact lenses well and have no plans to spend money on corrective eye surgery.

The article did set to embers the thought of the fantasy world that such a frame conjures. As I type, I am keeping my eyes (both of them) on the PGA Tour and the NHL. I’m on a two-year skid of no wins in our fantasy golf league (a weekly payout to the winner keeps interest up) and am a rookie in the fantasy hockey league started by my ‘phew.

I get a kick out of fantasy sports. I don’t think I’m a frustrated competitor; I’m not very competitive at all, except when it comes to me. It seems to be the strategy that enthuses me. I had Rory McIlroy in my “A” bracket and, like so many others, lost him for the weekend when he imploded with all those others on front-nine Friday. Fortunately, Tiger found a way to the weekend, although he let us down with more others on Sunday. As it stand right now, I think that I’ll be going down to defeat by one slim stroke (2 points) thanks to the kit-kat’s Sunday erratics. As it stands, I should be in third place overall when night darkens, with four weeks left in the Spring season. Top three pays a bit of cash, too, so perhaps I’ll make some change that way.

When I was a kid in the 1970s, I followed hockey like religion. Never played on ice, but I did get in a healthy dose of the street game. All the players’ names were familiar to me, but that was long ago. When I received the invitation to join the FHL, I decided to go all-in and learn who exactly the top players are. As of this moment, I’m tied for the league lead at 4-1, yet am locked in a desperate struggle with the 4th place team.

You know the scenario: no one else is within 30 points of you nor your opponent, yet one of you will lose this week. It doesn’t seem fair, as fate drew you together. It’s match play, what some golfers call the pure game, yet you can’t help feel gypped when you lose your match.

As we age, we need to get better at match play. We need to revile in the process, not the result. That’s the ultimate lesson we can learn and leave behind, when our clock ticks down.