I love it! It doesn't matter if I play good every single time I play because playing is my escape from reality. When I play, I play to get away from everything around me. I, like many others around this game, have been through some tough times in my life. But when I get on a table, I'm able to forget about everything that's happening and I can do what I enjoy most in life. Is that crazy? To some, it may be, but to others, it's a way of life. When I fell in love with this game it didn't matter how much money I had in my pocket, I just wanted to play. I put my hours in on the table and I got better every day and that feeling was worth more than anything in this world. I thought I could be the best in the world some day and I didn't care about what anyone had to say that might distract me from feeling that way. I've used this game in many ways to get things I've wanted, money, women, friends, food, a place to stay, to get my car fixed, alcohol, drugs, and it's always come through for me. But now, this game can't help me. No matter what I do, the inevitable is going to happen. I'm going to lose my left leg because of a freak accident. Sure, I walk around like it doesn't bother me but I know that it's only a matter of time before it's gone. I look at it and I remember how it used to look before the accident and I can't believe that this is happening to me. Worse has happened to others, I know that. And I know it could be even worse for me, but still, it's my leg. I'm going to wake up in the very near future in the hospital and my leg is going to be gone. Self pity is what I'm going through right now, I realize that, but I feel as though I deserve to be able to feel that way. I don't want others to feel sorry for me at all, that's not why I'm writing this. I've got plenty of friends and family telling me that this is not the end of the world for me and I know that already. I just want some answers to questions that I can't even ask. Sound strange? Well, it should. D.V.T. is what I have and the doctors tell me that theres nothing they can do about it. I can't accept that no matter what anyone tells me. It's my damn leg for christsakes! Cut the damn thing off and save my life? Why can't they, the doctors, just go in and cut the damn thing out? I need a doctor, an aggresive doctor, that will just cut me open and try whatever he thinks might help. What do I have to lose? My leg? So, it's gone already, right? I just can't believe that they expect me to accept this without trying something that may save my leg. I'd rather die trying to save my leg than wake up with it gone, knowing that I didn't even try to save it. What does this have to do with playing pool? Well, it has everything to do with playing pool because I have heart and I'm a fighter because of pool. Sure, I can still play pool without a leg, but what if it was my left arm? Or my left eye? Or my whole left side? Nah, I ain't going out like that, I'm going to the hill with this leg I've got and if that's not the right choice when all is said and done and I'm 6 feet under, then at least I'll be there with my damn leg! Peace to everyone, thanks for letting me vent! John W. Morton.