Ships log 7-31-22:
Yesterday was Scotch partners 8 ball, paired by Fargo rates. A fun league event with canned goods entry fee. My partner was my age and probably in the bottom 3 as I was probably #2 with my sub 600 Fargo. We drew a bye as there were 4 absent for the 16 spot rsvp expected. We got a little time to get aquinted. It worked well. The chemistry is a big factor in Scotch. Not only did we have a good time, we got #2. Coming from the whinners side, in the finals. We won the first set 3-?. The second set was to 2 and was an epic battle down to the final ball at 1-1.
I attribute our success to......8 ball is the old man's game and a little bit of luck at the right moment.
Ok the luck story: Every match was a battle.
I was put in a position that my opponents were thrilled to see. My partner had shot and made the key ball leaving me dead hooked. I had put him on the right angle to get around the 3 opponent balls for the 8 which was mid table. It was straightish but needed power to get around. In order to make the shot he slow rolled it. Perfect, right in the heart leaving me 8 inches off the foot rail and dead hooked. We had already had the no apology agreement. Either "I made mine" or "take that!"
The survey tells me that the up and back is my best bet as my cue ball is closer to the right hand rail with the 8 favoring the left side. I can't quite use the line from pocket through 8 to head rail for the aim point.(a favorite in 8 ball eliminate the chance of miss and go straight in) Just too extreme for my time on this wet cloth(monsoon season and drips on cloth). Called the left bottom corner and gave my best estimate and drained it. Like a 40 foot putt. Validation of my method and forced wait for the ring finger. Plus the luck.