No, it wasn't shocking pink. It was sharking pink.
Last night in league play there was a guy on the opposing team wearing a bright pink shirt. Everytime I was trying to make a difficult shot he managed to be exactly in my line of sight.
I didn't notice it at first, but it wasn't long before he got my attention.
I didn't say anything and didn't let it bother me..... I thought.
When I had no shot I tried to lay down an exellent safety against him. All I had to do was roll the CB about 18 inches after hitting my ball.
Just as I pulled the trigger he dropped his chalk and bent over quickly to pick it up.
I lost all concentration. All I could see was a flash of PINK!
The shot ended up about 6 inches short of the safety. He had a clear shot and it would have been a sure run out if it wasn't for a 2 ball cluster.
The moral to this story is ...Never trust a man in pink, especially when you're bent over. :kma:
Last night in league play there was a guy on the opposing team wearing a bright pink shirt. Everytime I was trying to make a difficult shot he managed to be exactly in my line of sight.
I didn't notice it at first, but it wasn't long before he got my attention.
I didn't say anything and didn't let it bother me..... I thought.
When I had no shot I tried to lay down an exellent safety against him. All I had to do was roll the CB about 18 inches after hitting my ball.
Just as I pulled the trigger he dropped his chalk and bent over quickly to pick it up.
I lost all concentration. All I could see was a flash of PINK!
The shot ended up about 6 inches short of the safety. He had a clear shot and it would have been a sure run out if it wasn't for a 2 ball cluster.
The moral to this story is ...Never trust a man in pink, especially when you're bent over. :kma:
