Hmmm, at that age I'd be worried about the quality of my "swimmers". I mean, the one that made it would no longer be swimming like Michael Phelps, but probably more like one of those old guys doing his exercises in the swimming pool of the YMCA with his "trunks" pulled up over his belly and tucked just under his man-boobs. By then it's likely no longer white but has more of a yellowish hue, maybe some hard chunks floating in it, probably smells like egg salad.
But hey, congrats to Bourque! Statistically speaking, he may be around to see his kid graduate from high school.