So I'm back in Atlanta for a couple of weeks, family business and visiting friends. My best friend here, who I'm staying with while I'm here, tells me yesterday that a guy he works with fancies himself a bit of a pool shark. So he arranges for this guy, himself, his boss, and me to meet up at a pool hall for lunch (free pool with lunch, can't beat that!). Tells me to bring my stick, we'll play 8-ball partners, me and my pal vs. the other two.
Now my friend, his eyes are kinda bad, and he doesn't hardly shoot any more, so he's awful. But we still clean up on his boss and the other guy - we don't lose a single game. I think I set the tone in one of the early games where my pal broke, other player shot and missed, and I ran out.
I felt kinda bad for the other guy
Poor fellow couldn't run more than two or three balls at a time. But it was still fun 
Now my friend, his eyes are kinda bad, and he doesn't hardly shoot any more, so he's awful. But we still clean up on his boss and the other guy - we don't lose a single game. I think I set the tone in one of the early games where my pal broke, other player shot and missed, and I ran out.
I felt kinda bad for the other guy