Minnesota Fats...er...Merrick

I had my yearly physical this morning. 9 a.m. sharp. Peeing in a cup, turning my head and coughing, and bending over and resting my elbows on the table. The whole nine yards. Believe it or not...I picked my current doctor because he had small fingers. Just saying.

They pronounced me to be fit as a fiddle. An old worn out fiddle with a couple of strings missing...but still a fiddle. Again...(just like last week at the Red Cross) the nurses had trouble drawing my blood. Left arm failed...right arm failed...2nd nurse called in...and she had to take it from the back of my hand. The far-from-vile nurse... (she was cute) finally filled the vial.

I had big plans to take Merrick away from his house to go to a couple of different playgrounds. Rain ruined the plan, so we ended up in his basement. When I got there...Merrick had a yellow Sponge Bob Squarepants t-shirt on. I DON'T LIKE SPONGE BOB!!! I made his mother put a jacket on him.

I thought I would at least give Merrick his first lesson on the pool table. I racked up the pool balls, and then slammed my wallet on the table. "How much do you want to play for...little man? C'mon...put your money where your mouth is!!" He reached into his pants...but didn't come out with a wallet. Instead...he climbed onto the slate...which sealed my fate. He wouldn't take the bait...the little ingrate. Pool time over...lesson never started.

My favorite Merrick is the big Merrick steadying the hand of the little Merrick on top of the #13 ball. So helpful. HA!! You might have to pocket it into large to see it. The picture is billiard busy.