So I go out at 9 am this morning to my pool table on the screened patio in sunny Tampa, Florida. Its 52 degrees with a 13 mph wind with gusts to 25 mph. Like the happy little pool addict moron that I am, I'm dressed warm and playing the ghost. About 40 min into the race to 7, I only need to run out from the 6 to beat his A$$. Just as I pulled the trigger on the 6-ball a gust of wind blows the 6-ball clear across the table. I called it a morning after that. Johnnyt