Actually to be honest I didn’t really know what shuffleboard was. I just always thought it was a game that nursing homes set up for grams and gramps. So when my friends asked if I wanted to play shuffleboard at our local bar, I went, huh?!
Table Shuffleboard. Different from your Hawaiian shirt tucked into shorts, fisherman hat with hooks hanging, tall orthopedic sock wearing grandpa’s Tuesday afternoon.
My table shuffleboard encounter:
Friend- ‘Mel, ya wanna play table shuffleboard?’
Friend- ’Table S-H-U-F-F-L-E-B-O-A-R-D…’
Me- ‘Ok, but the table is messy, let me wipe off all saw dust stuff’
Little did I know that the sawdust powder wax was needed to let the puck/weight slide smoothly across the table. Ya live ya learn… can I get an AMEN!
But outside of not knowing what I was doing, it was actually quite fun, and once I got the hang of it, I turned into the competitive lady that I am. I still don’t know exactly the rules, or know if I will even play again, BUT I do know that on that Friday night when the music was playing, the drinks were being poured, I was having a good time.