This is a dream come true for Borana
Hats off to you Jim for ponying up and getting these ladies a wonderful opportunity and perhaps the best tournament experience possible!
Sorry for this long read, but I must harken to my dream last night...
Fade to fuzzy, romantic dream filter lens:
Borana, as she's bouncing our 6 year old grandchild on her lap:
"Why my little Earl, way back when, in 2010 I played in THE US Open. My first match was a tough match against this grand, eccentric champion that was wearing a bee keepers outfit. He got out quick on me in a race to 9, he was up 6 to zip. The guy couldn't miss. I was feeling low. But on rack 7 he broke dry. He left me hooked and I was about to push out. But then from the stands this incredibly handsome man yelled, "If you jump, he will grump!".
I met this spectator's steely glaze, and something told me this was a sign. I pulled my jump cue out of my beautiful Jim Murnak 12x24 and went for it. And golly jeepers if I didn't make the best jump masse kick bank combo on the 9! The crowd went crazy! It was deafening!
And then there was a sudden hush as a loud guttural voice yelled "jump cues are for girls!!! They should be outlawed!!!" My opponent had removed his headgear and his face was beat red. He began flapping his arms like a beagle's ears in a hurricane. He was having a meltdown of epic proportions. This caught the ref's attention. Thank goodness Jay Helfert came a runnin'.
He got my opponent calmed down after a long tense discussion and threats of no TV for a week. I looked over into the stands and winked at that handsome man. And then... I lipped to him "thank you handsome man, I think I love you."
After play resumed, I couldn't miss, and my opponent couldn't pot. I heard him mumbling something like "where's my damn assweights, I need my damn assweights! Did Helfert confiscate my damn assweights again?"
I beat him like a drum and gained so much confidence I rolled through my next 10 opponents and became the 1st ever women US Open Champion!
After beating Mika 11-0 in the finals, that night at Q Masters, I met that handsome man from earlier. I saw him spotting SVB the orange crush and last 4. He tortured that poor kid for 20 grand. "My goodness that man can move" I said to myself. "I must throw myself at him."
And that's how I met your grandfather, KoolKat9Lies.
Fade back to reality. I awoke in a puddle of drool on my pillow.
