I was at the pool hall this afternoon (these good folks stay open and do those like me who don't care much for Christmas a great service) and my usual straight pool partner and I played some. As always, we tried to rack the balls as best we could, and as usual the balls wouldn't stay put. There is just no way to get a good rack on these table; it's marginally better with my personal, well-maintained set of balls, but I don't like lugging them around.
I lost the lag and won the privilege of breaking. Just looking at that sorry excuse of a rack, I just knew it was going to fly apart. So instead of breaking, I rolled the cueball near the apex ball, took -2 points and cheerfully told my friend "there, work on that". I figured it was better to start at -2 than let my friend do at least 5 or 6 points, if not run the entire rack or more.
Guess what he did? he rolled the cueball almost on the headline, near the usual opening break spot, took -1 point and said "lucky you, there's a good safety to play from there". Damn him
I lost the lag and won the privilege of breaking. Just looking at that sorry excuse of a rack, I just knew it was going to fly apart. So instead of breaking, I rolled the cueball near the apex ball, took -2 points and cheerfully told my friend "there, work on that". I figured it was better to start at -2 than let my friend do at least 5 or 6 points, if not run the entire rack or more.
Guess what he did? he rolled the cueball almost on the headline, near the usual opening break spot, took -1 point and said "lucky you, there's a good safety to play from there". Damn him
