This past weekend we held our annual “Turkey Bowl” where a group of us, ages ranging from 7 to 45, played a game of touch football at a local park. As each year passes I lose a step while my kids seem to gain a step (especially my football playing 15-year-old son and his friends). Age is still undefeated after all. As I glance at the smiling faces from the group picture on my phone I get a warm feeling when I think of how the fond memories I’ll have of this year’s game. As we age (I am 44) we maintain little snippets of memorable moments from different times in our lives, many rooted to the holidays. One of the highlights of the Turkey Bowl this year was the seven-year-old son of one of my close friends scoring his first touchdown, something he and his dad will always remember.