Mark Twain's Table
Hill-Hill against someone that usually kills me. I was feeling good until adrenaline got the best of me on the 8, and I ended up here. Both ball are snug to the rail... I line it up... take the shot... and I am in a world of pure joy as the 9 ball travels a smooth perfect trail along the foot rail into the pocket! But that joy fades quickly as I turn to watch my cue ball go straight into the top right hand pocket.
After my opponent left, I took this shot over and over again, but never scratched. Where did I hit the cue ball to send it to that evil... evil pocket?