I'm 59. I've played since I was 8. My dad would bring me to the club he belonged to every Sunday and we would play all day on an old 5x10. Then he bought an 8 foot table for the house.
I owned and 18 table room with bar for a while, gave the game up for 14 years never caring if I ever played again.
Started playing some old friends in my basement where I have a GCIII, but my desire is gone. Totally gone. I enjoy playing, but the killer is gone. I couldn't go down to the basement and practice on a bet. I get bored out of my mind in minutes. It's funny, because a part of me wants to get back in stroke. That is until my body asks me who the hell I'm kidding.
Heart attack, arthritis, bad knees and back, can't see $h!t anymore, but I do enjoy the time playing. On a good day I'll run a 40 or 50 something, but for the most part my mind wanders and it just ain't there like it used to be.
I owned and 18 table room with bar for a while, gave the game up for 14 years never caring if I ever played again.
Started playing some old friends in my basement where I have a GCIII, but my desire is gone. Totally gone. I enjoy playing, but the killer is gone. I couldn't go down to the basement and practice on a bet. I get bored out of my mind in minutes. It's funny, because a part of me wants to get back in stroke. That is until my body asks me who the hell I'm kidding.
Heart attack, arthritis, bad knees and back, can't see $h!t anymore, but I do enjoy the time playing. On a good day I'll run a 40 or 50 something, but for the most part my mind wanders and it just ain't there like it used to be.