I'm not sure how I'm supposed to feel about this.  It seems everyone at PoolDawg felt I was a little worse for wear after spending a couple of years traveling around the US.  Sure, my tail broke off, my leg was busted, I had a hole in my thigh and another in my neck, but that doesn't mean I need to be put out to pasture, right? As it has been explained to me, I'm sort of like Santa.  There's only one of me, but I can't be everywhere at once so Mike's going to send out some "local" Franks to help out and spread billiards cheer while I'm hanging out with Sarah. Can I just say that getting a mold made is seriously not fun.  Thankfully, holding still isn't much of an issue for me, but the goo for the mold is pretty gross.  Anyway, in case you were wondering, here's what "local Frank" looks like in the building stage: Frank's Mold nekkidfrank He's not nearly as pretty as me, but in a few weeks he'll be all gussied up and ready for the road.