BurbleChaz

Wed Nov 15 22:35:06 2006

Playing Pool

I won. Eventually.

We dined out this evening. The weather was so insufferably foul that we took the easy option - tram to the pub.

After we'd demolished a whole chicken and most of a cow, we adjourned to the pool table. In the first game the Pool Shark demonstrated how the game should be played. I missed everything, potted the cue ball five times and sulked.

The second game was a bit more even. I won by a tiny margin. Several tricky shots off the rest were potted cleanly, by both of us.

The decider was going to the wire. Two balls each on the table. A bloke wanders over and enquires about the status of the table. "We're just finishing", we say. And then I do. Three long, tricky power shots go straight down. The last one hammers the black down with a bit more enthusuasm than was strictly necessary. Polite comments are made. The bloke puts his money in, and all the balls come tumbling out. Except the black. Whoops.


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