Me either (at least 35 years), but you might find this a bit humorous. I used to hang out with the tournament types, a warm-up player if you will, but suckin' the suds and cheering my "team." My sister's boyfriend was on the team and always tried to get me to join, but I could not make the commitment to be there regularly. I'd rather be hangin' out with the honeys doing the Western Swing or Texas Two Step (yes, I was a bit of a showoff back then). Anyway, on my 31st birthday, my sissy and her BF asked me to spend the weekend with them at the beach (they had a cabin reserved) and she invited a friend to warm my blankets (OK, we had had a couple dates before) and the four of us spent the evening in a local bar in Seaside, Orygun. I had control of a table when a local guy stepped up to challenge me. Dave (the BF) pulled me aside and told me this guy was a shark on the local team. The guy told me to break 'em and... well, I was one of those guys who could make two and three bank shots to get my ball in, so I broke 'em and ran the table. He stood there looking awed until I sank the 8 ball. Don't know if it was the beer or I was just too cocky... either way, I didn't have full control of all my faculties and didn't get enough backspin on the cue ball. The eight ball dropped in the corner pocket and the cue scratched right behind it. I broke my fancy cue stick and gave him the table. Yeah, I ran the table but he won without making a shot. C'est la vie...