Great post, Derrick. I have unsuccessfully tried for years to get my dad to join one of my teams. He's a delightful character whom my friends all love, and would have a great time. Sadly, at 71, hanging out in pool halls and bars late in the evening is not his thing. Too bad too. He's at the very least a dynamite 3.
I think the worst time to have a heart attack would be during a game of charades... or during a game of fake heart attack. |