It has been a very long time since I played pool; not since the bar I used to frequent at home closed at least a year ago. I’ve certainly never been a pool shark; although I remember my dad lifting me up to play at our family pool table when I was small enough to walk right underneath it. I had a pool cue that was child size as I recall, though I’ve no idea where they got such a thing, or if that was even it’s original purpose.
Anyway, I am not a pool shark, but I do like the game, and, given the right circumstances, I can be half decent at it. Okay, less than half decent, but I can have fun being totally lousy.
So, when Amras and I found ourselves at a local bar that offered pool at 50 cents a game, especially since the place was half empty; it was easy enough to pick up a pool cue again.
The first game went to him, partially because I managed to sink one of his when I was aiming for one of mine. Typical me. So he won that one. Several hours later, I leaned on the edge of the table and watched him attempt a nearly impossible split-shot which – if it had worked, would have guided his ball away from the precariously balanced eightball on the edge of the corner pocket…a calculated risk, which would have made him look like a shark if it had played out. But…instead I watched the 8 ball drop and that game went to me.
So next Haines there will be a tie-breaker…and since we are both very competitive people (even with, or perhaps especially with, each other) – I am rather curious to see how this will work out…