Dan drove down from Orange County,
and proceeded to destroy me in straight pool,
by a score of 100 to a number that is
so humiliating that I will not repeat it here.
It seemed I could just not get going.
He would run a rack and play me safe,
and repeat, ad nauseum.
He played well. I didn't.
So we took a break for food,
then played on,
and that's where the good news started.
(couldn't have gotten any worse!)
In nine ball, I won 7-5,
and then eight ball, I won 3-0,
and then he had to drive back home.
Needless to say, I was playing a LOT better
after getting some food.
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