rich's take on 7-12-05 at the bossanova

Plyaing pool against your friends is like betting against your child in a footrace.  No matter what happens, you are only a half-winner. 

Wait a second… no it’s not!  Crushing my girly opponents and their pathetic attempts was like beating Iraq the second time.  I almost wished they had their weapons of 8-ball destruction so it would have been a fairer fight.  

Nonetheless, a good if not victorious time was had by all - except the unwary spectators privy to St. Thomas’ privates.   However, his tactic (tic-tacs?) worked and the tears (laughter, not despair I hope) in Scott’s eyes made it difficult for him to aim correctly.  In the end, solid stick handling and drink management won the day.  Thanks, dad.