Dad brought his pool cue home and I learned promptly how to open it. Inside was four wonderful weapons of mass destruction; two halves of two pool cues. It took promptly one second to learn how to swing these around at a thousand miles an hour. Dad had to stop that immediately needless to say. As it does turn out though, just the shaft part is just about the right size for me. Dad may not have baseball chops but he knows his way around a pool table for sure. This was my first official lesson. Real balls and a table to follow.
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