When I guy a few years short of ninety clobbers me (no contest) but when - "Oh. Here comes my family" - half the city comes walking in the front door.
Then some kid wanted to play. He needed a step stool and the pool crutch for every shot.
After the kid killed me,he pulled a 'Tom Cruise' reverse .... "Mister.you didn't play so good.If we play for something... [in comes great gramps "now Johnny!"] OK.How bout we play for a pop mister? Might make you play better".
AND I used to hustle regular pool back in college for extra mad money!
Sheesh!