Thursday, December 14, 2006

Balls 1,2...3?

The new brash and cocksure kid is on the scene. He's been coming up through the ranks and paying his dues. In a clash at the carom 3 ball tables Wednesday, the young stud goes up against
the inimitable veteran. The kid doesn't balk. The vet doesn't care. He's seen this all go down a hundred different ways at a hundred different tables. He'll eat up that enthusiasm and leave you holding the spoon. Maybe he doesn't win every one, but he'll grind you down. You might even think you're winning, but then he's counting your bills and maybe he'll spot a fin for the bus ride home. Or maybe you'd better walk and think about your next career move. After all, there was a time when he took the same walk...


Anonymous Anonymous said...

The true master is lying low in the leafy surrounds of Hobart town. And he must be a master, as he's never played but will still whoop your hides. BigA rocks on.

6:56 PM  

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