Yesterday, my dad called to say he and my mom would be coming by to give husband his birthday present and good wishes since he is leaving today (yes, on his birthday... pooie) on a business trip. They arrived around 4PM, and we all gravitated downstairs to the pool table. My dad grinned and said, "I haven't had a cue stick in hand for over 50 years, Jayne Lynn," when I asked him if he'd like to play me in a round of eight ball.I handed him the breaking cue stick, and he performed a great break for someone who had not played in so very long. My humble I-Haven't-Played-In-50-Years dad then proceeded to kick my butt. He banked shots, he ran shots around my balls, and even called his pockets. Whhhhhaaaaaat??? All the while, he was grinning and reminiscing about his days in a pool hall as a young man. He said if he'd studied as much as he'd hustled pool...
Well, now... the things we learn about our parents! He then proceeded to kick husband's butt as well. I think he thoroughly enjoyed showing us youngsters a thing or two about how to play pool. I can't remember a time when I enjoyed getting beat so much.
Oh, and for his birthday, I got husband the above poster from one of his favorite movies as a kid (The Hustler with Jackie Gleason and Paul Newman) to have framed for the pool room wall. We are going to practice, practice, practice and then invite the true family shark back for a rematch.
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That's cool. Makes me want to chant that "Trouble in River City" chant from the beginning of "The Music Man."
Jayne, you inspired me; this afternoon we had a day off of school, so I took the kids bowling (ONE DOLLAR A GAME; ONE DOLLAR FOR SHOES! Mondays are great for me and my crew - it's cheap!)
We had to wait for a lane, and so I challenged Daniel to a game of pool. It was a well-spent buck-fifty, and I finished wondering where I could put a new pool table......
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