When I was 16 years old, I met up with a bunch of friends of mine to go play pool. The father of one of my friends said, "I'm going with you guys. I want to play, too!" Well, this is a big deal for a 16 year old out on a Saturday night at Chelsea Billiards so we were all a little upset by this. We literally could do nothing about it either. Like most teenagers, how much money we had really meant how much money our parents gave us so we had no choice.
My friend's father had a sense of what was going on and said to us, "Well, if any of you kids can beat me, I'll go home!" The very first game, I broke and ran out for the first time. I was so excited and felt very bad all at the same time. He ended up leaving an hour or so later which made me feel better but at that moment, I thought he was literally going to get his jacket and leave!
Wow, I hadn't thought about that in a while. I think I'll give the old man a call and see if he still plays!