[jyl]

Old story. Wife wants a pool table. For the kids to play on with their friends. Under her watchful eyes. Instead of hanging out in the local meth lab. She wants this thing in the family room. On the third floor. Finds a Brunswick, three piece slate, new felt, really nice shape, 53" x 96". Convinces herself there's room for it in said top floor family room. Hauls me out to look at it. I get under it, see how it comes apart. Makes sense. Side rails bolt to the slate, slate sits on the frame, frame bolts together, sits on legs and brackets. Each piece of slate is appx 50" x 32". So the questions are:

1. Is disassembling this thing and moving it across town and up three flights going to result in orthopedic bills and reconstructive hand surgery? Or can two normally muscled guys do it?

2. Is reassembling it level more like adjusting 911 valves, or more like brain surgery?

3. Should I convince wife that a smaller, lighter multi purpose table that converts to air hockey, ping pong, blah blah would be better?

4. Given that said wife just got herself a full pottery studio with wheel, roller, kiln, should I put my foot down? Tell her it's time for some me me me? Spend that $500 on Campagnolo bike parts, a new pistol, even - swoon - a stand mixer (yes I am a metrosexual)?

What would you do?