I want to go ahead of Father Time with a scythe of my own.

I want to go ahead of Father Time with a scythe of my own.

Father Time is the enemy none of us can beat.

Father Time and injuries are tough adversaries.

Mother Nature and Father Time have not been happy with me.

Every girl should use what Mother Nature gave her before Father Time takes it away.

Middle age is the awkward period when Father Time starts catching up with Mother Nature.

I just tried to play the game the right way. As you get older, Father Time is undefeated.

I try and spend a lot of time with my kids. I try and have fun with my kids. I try to put father time in there.

Father Time is whether you're an athlete or not an athlete. Father Time is always around. I think I'm just special.

Each great athlete must some day bow to that perennial old champion, Father Time, even as I, for Time eventually wins.

Around 2015, I started to see my skills diminish. It happens to everybody. Father Time is undefeated. He is gonna win every time, and I saw him catching me.

Come, come, leave business to idlers, and wisdom to fools: they have need of 'em: wit be my faculty, and pleasure my occupation, and let father Time shake his glass.

Father Time is definitely undefeated, that's for sure. But does it feel good to have some people eat their words about what they said about me as a player? Yeah, that's fun.

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