The day started out ... ok, until we got downstairs to the AZ meet and greet. The meet place was being demolished. Big curtains blocked us off at the entrance. Off limits. Ominous? Met Sjm, Cuebuddy. Rick S,Vagabond, fat Albert, EZ Money and @ 6 other AZers coagulated. Lee and other freaking Brits were there with sh1t eating grins.
Rick S, photog extraordianire and fat Albert hooked us up front row, head spot. TY! The crowd was decidedly vocal for US. 2 years ago, Euros smoked us in rooting. We actually won a couple racks outta the gate. Melanie was all fired up, everyone was. Foot stomping, screams and whistles.
Earl was perfect. He chirped a little... Bottom line, we got smoked on the break. We got MF'g crushed on the break. Again.
Johnny got one shot in match one of team play, a break shot where he parked whitey, but got the CB kicked into lower left. Didn't see him again for hours.
Shane was down on a shot, up 4 -3. The PA system snorted out this monsterous noise, Shane missed an easy out. Michaela turned the other cheek, wasn't anything she could do. What momentum we may have had, went in the toilet. It happens.
Here's what I have to say, in my disheartened mood, as that damn volcano outside keeps popping off every hour on the hour.. FWIW.
I was literally 12 feet from the seats where the Euro team was sitting (the row above them was all beautiful women, Angie included).
Anyway, EVERY rack the Euro's won, they'd all get up and fist bump the player(s). Never saw all our players again after match 2. Hatch was always there.
Lou was there on our front row. He's even more ugly than I could imagine.

Kidding Lou, nice to meet you!
In conclusion, in my concussion... The break is massive, and we lost that battle. We missed a few critical shots. Tight? IMO, we played a few low % shots. Pockets are 4.25". Euro's played solid. all were stoic. Hats off to them.
I'm running out of Kleenex.
Best thing today - Michaela didn't throw me out. She had ample opportunity. Tomorrow is another day. Better be a good one.