Splittsville

Tonight was my first night of pool in my nine-ball league and I could not be happier. Its nice to get out and mingle with a big crowd (except for the resident alcoholic that seems to be annoyingly attached to my hip). Anyway my joy went into overdrive as I won the first two of my games and was feeling pretty damn invincible.... but then reality set in. My last two games of the evening were lost to the same mediocre player whose seemingly best trait is his first name (Anthony). Anyway it pissed me off, I was having a good night and shooting pretty well and even in my last match I finished by making two really difficult shots only to scratch on the nine ball (FUUUCKK). Well at least my team won for the evening and I guess thats what counts but still I should have not lost two games that I had a chance to win.

Team final: 15-9
Capt Crash: 2-2 (the splitts)