I can just see it now. You call the 6 like it goes past the 11, even though it clearly doesn't. You make a big production of trying to line it up in that little gap between the 11 and the rail. You squint, let your tip rest on the table, and so on. You call it, walk around, and very slowly pull back and then shoot.
"AGHHH WHAT THE HELL I SENT IT STRAIGHT INTO YOUR F#$%ING BALL! I ACTUALLY MADE YOUR BALL FOR YOU! HOW STUPID AM I?!?!?!? At least tell me you're hooked on your other ball... AWWW FFFFFOR CHRISSAKE. YOU CAN SEE IT. Of course. That's my luck. I swear I should just quit this game."
Lol, nah. I'm not that good of an actor.