A reunion tour always makes you ask an uncomfortable question: "How did I get so old?"
Looking around at my fellow Gen-Xers, and often equal numbers of Boomers, I wonder, am I, and what I'm about to see, tragically unhip?
But if a band is still at the top of its game, when the lights go out, the doubts dissipate and you're transported back in time.
Last night, The Police took me, and he rest of the crowd at the Sprint Center, back to 1983.