Today was the first day of events, at the Valor Games Southwest in San Antonio, TX. I always play by the seat of my pants – no preparation in advance. The game today was the best 3 out of 5 games. I had to score 11 points and try to keep my opponents points to a minimum.
So I warmed up with a standing guy, who was a better player than I am. I figured out where his weak spot was, and shot the ball in that direction as much as I could, then I would hit a soft little lob that just made it over the net, hitting the table on his side, but out of his reach. You would have to have gargantuan arms to reach a ball that close to the net.
When I finally was up to compete (the official murdered my last name), and I played against one of the women I played 9-ball with in June/July. She remembered me to. We played. I won, she won, I won, she won. We were each 2 out of 4 at this point. I took the fifth game.
We were a good match, about the same levels of play between us. I had a good time. I didn’t expect what was coming next. They paired me up with a guy I didn’t know – and he just stomped me into the ground, taking the first three games. I was out.
I later learned he was one of three professional players there. They played on a team together. No wonder he beat me so hard!
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