shuffleboard

Why is it old men feel it's their business to interrupt young ladies when they are in a bar playing some kind of game? I'm not going for the helpless, look at me I'm so silly I can't hold this pool cue thang. I'm playing shuffleboard. Yeah, I suck. So what? I'm pushing a puck thing down a board of silicone beads. Obviously, I'm pushing it too hard or not hard enough. But I'm drinking a Miller High Life and not too worried about it. Life isn't always about winning. And yet here comes Mr. Baseball Hat Sweaty Head to tell me I'm doing it all wrong. What does he hope to accomplish from this exchange? Me throwing my arms around him, proclaiming him the Shuffleboard King, and getting into his Ford pickup for a trip around the block? Well, yeah. And I totally did. He was a nice guy. I think his name was Willis.