So how many years do I have left before I kick the bucket? That’s what I want to know. Ten? Twenty? Thirty? How many more games of pool do I have left before I can no longer hold a cue stick or even drive myself to the pool hall? How many more years before I’m trading my iced tea in for a glass of prune juice, waiting for the nurse’s aid to come and adjust my catheter?Geez, Gregg, how freakin’ depressing can you get?I know, but being in the middle of a pandemic that is soon set to begin Year ...