I always enjoyed the game of pool. I think a lot of that had to do with the fact that we never had a table growing up. It was always something we wanted – especially after visiting any friends or cousins who did. It didn’t occur to me until I was much older that there was actually some skill involved in playing the game. Turned out it was actually more than just hitting the cue ball as hard as you could. Suddenly physics, geometry and even ‘English’ had new meaning.
In college I played nearly every day after classes. For Christmas I got a pool cue. By all standards I was ‘into’ the game. At least I thought I was. I entered an eight-ball tournament in college and soon learned differently. Apparently there were people out there that were more ‘into it’ than I was. In one game I actually beat myself before my opponent had the chance by scratching on the break. Yeah, I was not a pool shark.