>Amateur Satellite Wrangling
Once the ISS gets plunged into Point Nemo, the Wild West will be reborn. Lassoes have evolved. Once Point Nemo is sufficiently salvaged by the appropriate Deep-Sea Cowboys, we hit that ol' dusty trail into Graveyard Orbit. The sport ends when enough boomer space debris is boy-howdy'd into becoming The Yee-Haw Junction to support Moon Saloon activities. If I'm still around I'd love the watch the Asteroid Jockeys take over