Played some guy from the honor league tonight at our local pool hall. The game went like this:
- He wins the lag, I sit down
- He looks at the rack for a minute (racks are never really tight in our club because they only provide crummy plastic triangles), calls 6 in the corner, breaks the entire rack like a madman, pockets the 6. First wow moment.
- He runs 104 points without flinching. Second wow moment. I re-rack (again, at least I have something to do), he plays a safety on the key ball and leaves me with nothing to pocket.
- I graze a rack ball by a hair and leave a perfect safety.
- He looks at the slightly disturbed rack again, calls 8 in the side, rams the rack like a freight train, pockets the 8. Third wow moment.
- He runs to 150 while all the members of the club were trying to lift their lower jaws from the floor.
Damn that was humiliating. Still, what a fascinating affair to watch: I never saw that in real-life, it's much better than TV, so in a sense I had the best seat in the room to enjoy the action and I'm glad I came to get my ass whooped.
- He wins the lag, I sit down
- He looks at the rack for a minute (racks are never really tight in our club because they only provide crummy plastic triangles), calls 6 in the corner, breaks the entire rack like a madman, pockets the 6. First wow moment.
- He runs 104 points without flinching. Second wow moment. I re-rack (again, at least I have something to do), he plays a safety on the key ball and leaves me with nothing to pocket.
- I graze a rack ball by a hair and leave a perfect safety.
- He looks at the slightly disturbed rack again, calls 8 in the side, rams the rack like a freight train, pockets the 8. Third wow moment.
- He runs to 150 while all the members of the club were trying to lift their lower jaws from the floor.
Damn that was humiliating. Still, what a fascinating affair to watch: I never saw that in real-life, it's much better than TV, so in a sense I had the best seat in the room to enjoy the action and I'm glad I came to get my ass whooped.