Two buddies and I went to play our league matches in a poolhall unknown to me 40 miles from our club. As usual, I'm assigned 14.1 duty (as if it was a punishment eh 
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We arrive at the place, and boy! I never saw tables so perfectly straight and flat, with cloths so immaculate and balls that shiny. The place is kind of huge, with a dozen pool tables and as many snooker tables, but you could hear a pin drop. Just the balls going clickety-click. My kind of poolhall. I was expecting to have to a great time already, and I wasn't disappointed.
So, the game was to 50 points. I lost the lag because the table rolled so well I ended up moving a cueball a yard too far, I broke, and the guy ran 48 points and missed. Damnation...
So I thought, I'm not dead yet, I might as well give him a run for his money and accrue as many points as I could for my team, however few.
I ran a 18 balls and missed. He lined up to take his final shots, laughing with his friends as if the game was over already, played too fast and missed. So I took -1 and stuck the cueball somewhere really nasty without touching a rail.
What followed was a full hour of some of the most enjoyable safety play I ever did: some of the shots he did were nothing short of amazing, and some of the ones I did were so good I couldn't believe I was the one doing them. Really, the planets were lined up right or something, I never played safe this good in my entire life.
Anyway, at some point, he left me a shot and I thought, this is my chance. So I played each ball VERY carefully, taking sometimes 5 minutes to decide what to do, grinding slowly my way back up the score ball by ball.
End score: 50-46 for me. I'm drained, but I sure had a good time.
)We arrive at the place, and boy! I never saw tables so perfectly straight and flat, with cloths so immaculate and balls that shiny. The place is kind of huge, with a dozen pool tables and as many snooker tables, but you could hear a pin drop. Just the balls going clickety-click. My kind of poolhall. I was expecting to have to a great time already, and I wasn't disappointed.
So, the game was to 50 points. I lost the lag because the table rolled so well I ended up moving a cueball a yard too far, I broke, and the guy ran 48 points and missed. Damnation...
So I thought, I'm not dead yet, I might as well give him a run for his money and accrue as many points as I could for my team, however few.
I ran a 18 balls and missed. He lined up to take his final shots, laughing with his friends as if the game was over already, played too fast and missed. So I took -1 and stuck the cueball somewhere really nasty without touching a rail.
What followed was a full hour of some of the most enjoyable safety play I ever did: some of the shots he did were nothing short of amazing, and some of the ones I did were so good I couldn't believe I was the one doing them. Really, the planets were lined up right or something, I never played safe this good in my entire life.
Anyway, at some point, he left me a shot and I thought, this is my chance. So I played each ball VERY carefully, taking sometimes 5 minutes to decide what to do, grinding slowly my way back up the score ball by ball.
End score: 50-46 for me. I'm drained, but I sure had a good time.
