After watching the Seahawks kick Green Bay’s ass we headed out to a local sports bar so Riley could attempt to impress me with his new cue stick. The first place we went to had decent tables but the rap music blaring from the jukebox was horrible. After hearing the expression for doing the bouncy with your mom (or somebody’s mom, I don’t know how that works) for the umpteenth time we knew it was time to move on.
Besides, a 23 year old pool shark had talked her way into our game and we were feeling crowded. It’s funny I remember her age but not her name :-) We ditched her when she went for a smoke.
The next place we found was a down home local place with crappy tables. Oh well, it’s the father/son bonding time that counts :-) btw: his new cue stick works very well!
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Glad you are having a good time with your son. Is he good at pool? Did you whoop his butt or did he whoop yours? Have more fun and stay safe.
It’s funny, and I can’t get a straight answer from him: I won most of the games but he was implying he was letting me win. I ain’t buying it…