This was case game of a rather small and insignificant weekly B/C player 8-ball tournament. So on my last solid to the 8, (obviously) I hit it like a moron and stuck myself there. I look at it for a bit and call the lower corner pocket there, trying to make it but not really expecting to come close. My main concern was rolling the ball and contacting the 8 to avoid a foul/scratch. But I took an earnest swing, and the 8 rolled at pocket speed into the hole. It was only worth $100 I think but it felt like more.
Unfortunately for me, this was played at 1:30 A.M. when everyone else had pretty much left except for my opponent's friend, and the poolroom owner and his wife. The poolroom owner is snoring in a chair and his wife was cleaning up, so almost noone even saw it.
