Snooker

So I played some snooker last night. First, some nine ball @ BBC, then went off to china town for some Snooker. Second time I ever played it in my life; Snooker. It’s a very relaxing game. Though one who engages in the sport must know one has no room for sloppiness in there approach and stroke on that kind of table (Snooker table) if they intend to win a match or even a game. Man; after a few hours on the football-sized table, I will never view a nine-footer pool table the same way again. After playing Douglas a few rounds of snooker I played on a standard size pool table with Jason, it was like a bar table, it was so so small, and the ball are so close together and huge and primitive. Now, Just because the table is smaller does not mean the game is going to be easier. Yes for sure, you will pocket a ball across the entire span of nine foot table a great deal easier, smoother and more confidently with a much higher probably of getting it in the hole, but you still would have to play with the same amount of respect you would apply on Snooker table. Wow! Man! I never thought I would look a nine foot table like a bar table; ever! Later that night, I went to the bar and the bar table was like a toy. With all the balls compressed together? It’s a whole different game to me now; I was still not missing a shot though. But my position and shape was less to be desired, LOL. Yet still, I found myself trying to compensate for size and weight of the balls. Did I mention I wasn’t missing?

I am resisting the erg of my of late winter whiskey sopping. It’s been a few days of my useal bumbling and stumbling around like a weekend russian cowboy and I feel good. I think it’s almost out of my system. I mean I’ve been drunk since last November. I am going on day four with no booze in my system.