My aged 60-something friend John knows how to play. When he and my grandkids get together, they spend hours playing card games such as Spit, Hearts, and even Old Maid. The kids scream and laugh, but John is the loudest of them all. When he gets a good hand or wins a game, I can hear him from the next room chuckling like a pirate over a chest of gold doubloons. He’s also a guy with several hobbies. One that brings him enormous pleasure is watching basketball and volleyball games played by Randolph-Macon College. John never attended this school, yet two or three times each week, you’ll find him courtside either in the school’s gym or at an away game, intently following the games and taking enormous pride in the team. Even in his work, John demonstrates a sense of play. For the past 12 years, he’s made his money …