When I say I'm bad at pool, I don't just mean I'm not good. I mean I'm astonishingly abysmal. As in I frequently miss making contact with the cue ball. Or send it straight into one of the pockets without it striking any other ball. That kind of bad. Somehow I found it necessary to demonstrate this to a large number of my coworkers at a pool tournament after work today. My boss recruited me to be his partner, and I'm certain he deeply regretted that decision. I did respond "Poorly" when he asked me whether I played pool, but I don't think he knew exactly how poorly.
Although my severe lack of hand-eye coordination promptly knocked Eoghan and myself out of the tournament, I quite enjoyed the rest of the evening. Shouts of "Jaysus!" mingled with friendly jabs and consolatory phrases like "Hard luck," and "Good effort" as we watched the final rounds. The friendly atmosphere made me feel less pathetic. But I think I'll sit out the next tournament. For the sake of everyone involved.
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