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I have never been on a surfboard, but I am definitely getting surf fever.

I had a conversation with my brother-in-law, who is about 10 years younger than I am, last night. He lives in Massachusetts now, but he grew up in San Diego and has been surfing for 35 years. Marty is going to be out here for the next two weeks, and he has promised me that if I drive down to San Diego -- about a two and a half hour trip -- he will give me some first-class surfing lessons.

I am so<em> there</em>.

It actually won't be convenient to our schedules for me to do this until the second week of his visit, so I plan to take my board -- which should arrive sometime next week -- and go down to Huntington Beach and fool around a little. I'll watch my Corky Carroll DVD and at least learn how to paddle out.

By the end of the summer, I plan to be at least an inept surfer. Before I leave California next spring, I hope to be ept.

Yeah, I'm 60.

But I am a younger and younger 60 with every pound I lose, with every walk I take, with every weight I lift.

I don't know if I'll ever shoot my age on a golf course, but I guarantee that before I'm through, I will be able to stand up on a surfboard and ride a wave all the way in.