A Saga's End
First of all, I want to start out by saying how much I am looking forward to the shocking EXPOSE' on cue ID:
GUANTANAMO
A Billiard's Story
Second...I would like to say that I have been in touch with the seller of the "mystery cue" and I am happy to announce that an end to the "Saga of the Mystery Cue" has come to pass.
Well...actually...it is no less mysterious now. We still don't know what it is...exactly...I mean...we're all pretty sure that it's a Bushka...but we're gonna have to wait for the new and SHOCKING epic of American heroism:
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A Billiard's Story
...to find out for sure.
But at least an end of sorts came today when in the dead cold calm of a winter storm, an interloper arrived at the residence of the "mystery cue". This equally mysterious gentleman came ready to step up to the plate of pool cue infamy, and with nary a holiday reticence or hesitation...he bought that "mystery cue".
And tonight, in some dank backroom of a billiard parlor in St. Joe, Missouri...perhaps...men and women raise their glasses in honor of this mysterious cue, and the local hero who brought it home to them.
Children sleep better tonight in old St. Joe. Kittens are warmer. And an old drunk sings Irish hymns on the loading dock where Pearl Beer once ruled supreme over the local economy a lifetime ago.
And in his song, if one listens very closely, the same melody that George Balabushka used to hum in his head when he was preparing an inlay on an ebony drenched point, can be heard.
This is a day we will all long remember, ladies and gentlemen. This is a day to remember...indeed.