We don't play Croquet as much as we used to. Maybe we're not as good at cheating as we were.
Back in the day, we'd have serious Summer competitions with medals, prizes, and championship titles.
Above in 1993, the teams comprised of two boys (The Wimpos), two mothers (The Mumblers), and two fathers (The Grand Cru). The Grand Cru won The Cup; of course.
It's a frustrating game (especially here), with tantrums, outrageous cheating, and losers who do nothing but complain.
The Croquet Lawn is ready, but whether or not it'll get any use this year is still being debated. I don't know how we'd get the hoops in the rock-hard ground anyway.