I played pretty sporty at one time and then was away from the game for almost 10 years. When I became involved with it again, it seemed as if "it" were all gone. I struggled and struggled along and got pretty depressed.
One day There was a ring game in the pool room and I decided to play. I had though left home without my cue. A friend lent me his cue and Just like that, I was back. Not where I was 10 years earlier, but something had happened. That was 6 years ago and I'm still using his cue, and he uses mine.
I'm 55 now and there is no cue on this planet which would make me play like I'm 35 again, but sometimes, a certain cue for some, just has a magical feel. Just like a glove which fits.
Bugs IMO was a great exception. He could have beaten most of us with a broom. Just doesn't seem fair, but who can explain.