So, this past weekend I went up to Alsip, IL to play in the occasional Red Shoes 1pocket tournament. My game has been suspect lately, not getting much opportunity to compete, but my wife, Gail, insisted because it had been several years since I'd traveled north and seen my good bud, Monsignor John Lavin, Red Shoes proprietor.
We went up Friday, did some shopping and hung out at one of our favorite hole-in-the-walls, then went to the tournament Saturday. Long story short: I went undefeated on the A side, through a short field, and lost to Piggy Banks in the finals.
It was great to see my hermano, John, several of the old hands at Red Shoes -- *everyone* there can play -- and be forced to play Chicago-style 1pocket. I learned a few things up there this time, as always.
But, here's the thing: Gail sweated the whole thing like a champ. From noon to 1am. She had an e-reader with her but when I was playing she watched and afterwards told me she even tried to predict what shot I'd shoot.
Lucky guy.
Lou Figueroa
congrats on the strong showing up there bro. i've made the drive back down I-55 a couple times with my tail between my legs before....strong field on their home track.
monsignor lavin is fukn-a alright. great host, probably knew every single persons first name in his joint....
gail is a champ and special person - rumor has it she has tolerated drunken kollegdaves and millers in the figueroa pad in the past..... how did you get so lucky?!?

:wink:
(btw....first horses run at fairmont park saturday at 7:30....)