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One of my favorite past-times is shooting pool. My whole life I've always been around the tables. This is a true story of one of the first times that I was of legal drinking age (18) and was able to go into a bar and drink. The game we played is called "Eight Ball" Usually the one who shoots the eight ball in after they have shot all of their balls in, striped or solid, wins the game. But if you get the eight ball in on the break you win the game that way as well. I played two games and only took two shots and won both times. Luck was on my side that day!
I went out to a bar one night
To have myself a beer
I went to a place I've never been before
So I knew nobody there
I watched two fellas shooting pool
And they looked like they were good
I asked them both, if I can play
And they said, "Boy, do you think you could"
When it was my turn to play
One of them handed me the cue
He asked me if I wanted to break
I said, "I don't mind if I do"
After I broke the rack of balls
The eight ball dropped right in
I beat his butt pretty fast
And I chalked me up a win
He said, "Boy that was luck
Can I play you one more time"
He was dropping all the quarters
So I really didn't mind
He racked the balls and he said to me
"Do you want to wage a bet?"
I told him to be careful;
"It's a bet you might regret"
He laid down a twenty-dollar note
And said to me, "Let's play"
I was feeling good and on my game
So I said, "Okay"
I broke the rack and hit them hard;
I gave those balls a ride
The eight ball rolled all around
Then it fell into the side
I didn't take his twenty-dollars
Even though I knew I won
I just had him buy me my next beer
And said, "Practice up there, son"
Copyright © Charles Messina | Year Posted 2018
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