My End Zone team has lost in the finals to the Hi-Tide team of ringers 4 years in a row.
It's a race to 11 and we keep getting down a game but then MVP Shawn Mcintosh would table run or break n run and I would follow up with the same. Two times last night two of their guys in a row didn't shoot.
We get on the hill and everyone is counting on me. I tell my team I'm going for an eight ball break. I normally break at the head ball but they had loose racked me earlier.
Making the eight on the break is a win but if you also scratch you lose.
I deliver the break hard and accurate at the second ball on the right. The eight gets kicked right toward the left side pocket and splits it! Huge cheers then someone yells, "The scratch!"
In horror, I find myself running toward the far corner to get a better view of whether it's going to trickle in or not as my team has gone quiet. It stops just short and my team erupts again and I finish my run down the side of the table with a jumping fist pump.
I was swarmed with hugs and high fives as some of the guys had waited 9 years to win the title. It's been 5 years since I felt like the kicker who kicked the game-winner in the Championship and I'm loving life.
Thx to the owners and staff of the End Zone for the shirts and victory shots etc and to all the guys on the team for a great memory.
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