Clint Dempsey turned 30 last week.
Whenever an athlete reaches the three-oh, tongues begin to wag with questions about his inevitable decline. Age is inexorable and eventually every athlete must succumb to the ravages of time.
Now that he's on the downside of the hill, will Clint Dempsey pull his shorts up over his waist and pass his remaining soccer days yelling at the young turks to get off his lawn?
Or, are Deuce's best days ahead of him?
Deuce is playing in the EPL with a deep and talented midfield, alongside the hottest front-line player in the world not named Messi, on a team still in the hunt for a Europa League title.
One could argue that now that he's reached these lofty heights, he has nowhere to go but down.
On the other hand, next year he could be playing in the two highest-level competitions in the known universe: the UEFA Champions League and the FIFA World Cup.
Nothing to sneeze at there.
With those potential golden goals within reach, will Clint be able to rise to the challenge?
Why not? His age is actually the point at which men reach that combination of peak athleticism combined with experience. If anything, it would seem that Deuce's best days are ahead of him.