dabarbr said:I was one of the final eight at the Hard Times. I came in forth, playing my last match at 1:30 in the morning.
I can't ever recall being glad to be knocked out of a tournament. I lost my second match and won like nine matches before I lost. My back, hip, legs, arms and head were really hurting. I am 67 years old. When I lost I told the remaining old timers that I was the lucky one because I got to go home.
No matter how much heart you have, father time is the equalizer.
Frank, it was the good clean living we both experienced in our youth that lets us play competitively today. Nothing but the best booze at The Silver Mug next to The Golden Cue in Rosemead. I played an eight hour session of one pocket at Hard Times up here a couple of weeks ago and the old bones reminded me that it was a little too long. I couldn't help it, I was stuck and managed to grind out a couple of games ahead before we quit. I will be 68 in a few days and it's nice to know my old friend is still whupping on some of the youngsters down there. Bernardo jumped on me before the tournament up here a couple of weeks ago. He was up all night watching Oscar play and I caught him a little off his game. Us old guys need every break we can get. John