Back in December when I was sparring with my friend Tina, I noticed two guys come into the pool room, and then a kid with them. They got a rack of balls and went to the non-smoking side. I saw a couple of pool cases they were carrying, too.
I wondered if they were Grandpa, Dad, and Son.
After Tina and I were finished, I told her to hold on and then I went up to them and asked if they were related. And sure enough they were three generations! I noticed Tina behind me, watching proudly as I took their photo.
Here they are, Dad, son, and Grandpa: three generations of pool players!
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This is exactly how my grandfather, dad, and I were in the late 90's & early 2000's. We'd all go to a pool room and just play. One of the last memories I have of my grandfather at a pool room was when he was about 82 in a wheelchair. He asked to play a few games w/ me so dad wheeled him up to the table. I racked for him, and he stood up and broke softly. He made one ball, and proceeded to pick apart the rack like a surgeon. For each shot, he'd wheel over to the shot, stand up slowly, and the object ball would hit center pocket. I racked again, and this time he broke them a little harder. With a better spread, he ran out and made it look so easy. One last rack, and he ran out again. After 3 games, he got tired so I threw in the towel. LOL. It was so amazing to watch him play so good at that age, and he was having a blast the entire time. Good times!
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