Well, either you’re closing your eyes
To a situation you do now wish to acknowledge
Or you are not aware of the caliber of disaster indicated
By the presence of a pool table in your community.
Ya got trouble, my friend, right here,
I say, trouble right here in River City.
This past Saturday Beth and I attended (as guests) the annual church luncheon for those married 50 + years. During the course of the meal one of the attendees invited me to join him and a couple of his buddies to play pool at their recreation center. How could I resist the invitation? The best kind of ministry is the away from the office ministry. So, I’m headed over today to play pool for a couple of hours with some of our long-time members.
Of course I’m having all kinds of fun thoughts imagining what the scene will be like in the rec center. Will there be medamusil on tap? Ensure on ice? Should I wear a biker jacket? Bring my own pool cue?
I don’t have my own pool cue and don’t play well enough to own my own cue. It would be funny, however, for the preacher to show up with a ivory inlaid skull and cross bones pool cue!
Randy Wray
April 24th, 2007 at 11:03 am
I suspect they are all rubbing their hands together in the anticipation of putting the young whippersnapper in his place. So, I suggest a little x-lax in their warm milk to give you a leg up (so to speak). I think some of these guys have been waiting for a young un like you ALL THEIR LIVES!
April 24th, 2007 at 12:59 pm
You have a sick sense of humor………..but I like it!!
April 24th, 2007 at 8:56 pm
First, nice house. Looks like you have a big back yard and your kids, boy are they growing up fast.
Second, prepare for a “butt-whipping” from the geezers. It has been my experience especially on the golf course that when you play folks that are retired, they have the time to be really good at what every you’re playing them in. Good luck “O.R.” (Oregon Randy)
April 25th, 2007 at 12:58 am
Wish I lived closer. I could loan you my cue stick with ivory inlay…