When I was a rookie cop, I used to really get a high out of street fights with suspects who simply didn't want to go to jail. Call it ignorant, youthful exuberance. I'm 38-years-old now, almost 39, and it's not quite as fun as it once was. I got into a pretty bad scrap Saturday night, definitely the worst in years, and am still so sore 3 days later that I moan when I have to move. How do cops in their 50's and 60's do this job?? I just hope the other guy feels as bad as I do!